Yesterday was really weird. The day started out fine, but by the time last night rolled around, I was incredibly out of sorts. I was driving back from WalMart when I was possessed to visit old friends. The only problem is, those friends no longer live there. Heh. The urge was so overwhelmingly strong that for a split second, I could have sworn things were just as they used to be. I suppose it went along with the fog and eerie full moon, but to be honest, it was sort of freaky. It took me all of five seconds to realize that I wasn't going crazy, but for those five seconds, I felt totally lost. The swirling mist only enhanced the feeling that ghosts of former lives were lurking around every corner. Even my own apartment seemed as if it had been invaded by something I wasn't a part of. I didn't belong. Unfortunately, I allowed the weirdness to get to me, affecting even the simplest things. Perhaps all I needed was a good cry. Blame it on the moon.

Today was better. It's difficult to be completely blah on such a beautiful day. I was sitting in a Porter practice room, staring out the window at sun-colored leaves and playing the piano. It felt good to really play the piano again. Everything from that point went by in such a blur. It has been over four hours now since I was sitting at work, but it feels like years. Band rehearsal ended only an hour and a half ago, but it must have been weeks. This post probably sounds as if I have finally started to crack, but I promise that I'm perfectly sane for the moment. Hehe. It's just that the days are long, and I have begun living from weekend to weekend, which throws off time as I used to know it. I don't suppose it's altogether a bad place to be. Right now, I want nothing more than to go to sleep for a very long time...and dream about very happy things. And when I wake, my dream will have become a reality. :)