So yeah, I decided a shower was necessary. Not that I had flies swarming around me or anything -- but for some reason my mood has been steadily lowering and I was afraid if I didn't hop in the shower and do something about my weird hair I might start hurting people.

So now I'm sitting back in a very quiet room drinking chai. It's not quite as good as I have had from B&N but it's yummy, and I'm glad I have it.

I still have three emotion people, six movies, a face mask, and who knows what else to do tonight.

I was going to comment on The Horse Whisperer but I don't feel like it. There were horses, there was death, there was sadness, there was confused love, there were angry parent-child relationships. There were mountains, cows, praries, streams, SUVs and cowboys. It was a good movie. The first two times I saw it. It was probably a good movie this time, too -- but I was slightly distracted.

And I can't decide what to watch next.

But I do know that Paige, Stormy and I will be doing the face masks after 11pm, so get ready for some really bad pictures. :) Ah, something to look forward to.

Hm, I feel bad for not being interesting right now. Soo ... a quote from The Quotable Sandman:

Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love.

I hate love.
--Rose Walker
The Kindly Ones, Part 9

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