Tuesdays...
7/1/03 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonfrequently aren't telling any of us the real reasons.
For once there's a sense of the spot-on in my Little Gent of the day. Irritated is definitely the way I'm headed, and for once I feel very few compunctions about it.
However, if I listen to this song just one more time and imagine dancing to it with the person or persons of my choice, all of it just seems to fade out into a fabulous lack of importance. It's quite charming, and it's all about dancing, which as I'm sure you are all aware, is one of my favorite stress-releasers.
Now I shall consider the meanings of the word 'dirigible' and then I shall peacefully throw myself over the edge of drowsy into the gentle waves of slumber. I often seem to do that, though, so perhaps I'll take a different approach to going to bed tonight. I wonder which style I should adopt for the moment? I've done totentanz, violence, gentleness, sobriety, the drunkard's waltz, suicide, pleasantries, pale substitutions for the real thing, impetuousness, and probably thievery. What's new and interesting that I can use for a going-to-sleep-now metaphorical statement. Mechanical? No, I think I've done that, too (something about batteries or turning off power).
Ah, my Silk is gone. I'm going to have to leave off conscious thought and go take my medicine with a grain of salt and some grapefruit juice instead. *sigh* I guess I'm settling for 'mixed'. Too bad--I was hoping for more interesting solution to this age-old problem.
Sweet dreams, pleasant people. Don't let the shadows tease you while you sleep. I heard them laughing by your window a few minutes ago, and it seems logical that they've moved under your bed by this time.
For once there's a sense of the spot-on in my Little Gent of the day. Irritated is definitely the way I'm headed, and for once I feel very few compunctions about it.
However, if I listen to this song just one more time and imagine dancing to it with the person or persons of my choice, all of it just seems to fade out into a fabulous lack of importance. It's quite charming, and it's all about dancing, which as I'm sure you are all aware, is one of my favorite stress-releasers.
Now I shall consider the meanings of the word 'dirigible' and then I shall peacefully throw myself over the edge of drowsy into the gentle waves of slumber. I often seem to do that, though, so perhaps I'll take a different approach to going to bed tonight. I wonder which style I should adopt for the moment? I've done totentanz, violence, gentleness, sobriety, the drunkard's waltz, suicide, pleasantries, pale substitutions for the real thing, impetuousness, and probably thievery. What's new and interesting that I can use for a going-to-sleep-now metaphorical statement. Mechanical? No, I think I've done that, too (something about batteries or turning off power).
Ah, my Silk is gone. I'm going to have to leave off conscious thought and go take my medicine with a grain of salt and some grapefruit juice instead. *sigh* I guess I'm settling for 'mixed'. Too bad--I was hoping for more interesting solution to this age-old problem.
Sweet dreams, pleasant people. Don't let the shadows tease you while you sleep. I heard them laughing by your window a few minutes ago, and it seems logical that they've moved under your bed by this time.
