i re-read what i just wrote. i wonder where my thoughts go when they slip in and out. i am getting more skilled with the net that is this moodswing thing. keep in mind 'skilled' is a term relative only to my personal objectives. hahah. where are these words coming from? :)

a good mood fell on me just now. this instant here ____________ it happened. something with the music, i would not doubt. but i FELT it.

i really need to go to sleep now. :)

i took the bus home today. after i stood at the bus stop for twenty-five minutes squinting as the pairs of white lights whooshed by and tried to discern what a bus might look like if it were shrouded by traffic and darkness. i was sure i had missed the last ride (though i knew that did not come until later) because i had stayed an hour late at work. my entire day consisted of writing numbers on little yellow stickers behind the operations desk and i was thrilled (note the lack of sarcasm and how sara loves her own handwriting). i took the bus with the man who waited at the bus stop with me and a young man who read a magazine and had a backpack and a ball cap. a gentlemen in a wheelchair with a big forehead and a voice that couldn't climb out of his throat. a woman, presumably his companion, with long gray hair, two walking sticks, bracelets on her ankles (not magnetic-- supportive. it does not hurt to walk for the first time in eight years) red tennis shoes (much like mine own) and a smile on her face. after the bus, i skipped over to music exchange on a whim. it was nine-oh-two when i arrived and left (i didn't want to play the last-customer-in-the-store burden). i took the entrance off of nineteen. i saw austin who thought i was a mugger. he was on his bike riding back and forth in front of the old ladies as they played bingo. fourteen year olds, huh.

okay. i am really going to bed. i am SO going to bed, in fact. i will not re read this. which may prove embarrassing later. i can live with that.