Things.

[pyrephox]

First. *does the Redemption dance!* There.

Second. There's one thing I adore about screwing my sleep schedule seven ways to Sunday. There's a brief period of time when I'm getting it back in order that I wake up every morning around five-thirty or six, and I /like/ it. I'm alert, the world is quiet, dark, and still, and I can go for long, pre-dawn walks in my neighborhood. Sometimes I see rabbits; today I only saw a little frog. But he was cute, and I said awwwwww. It was also muggy as hell out there, but that's okay.

Third. Self-study. Always a dangerous thing. I realise now that I keep grudges. I keep them until they die of old age, bury them just long enough to dance on their graves, and then send them off to the taxidermist so that I can continue to have them around. Possibly because it takes so long for anyone to really, personally /irritate/ me, when it does happen, I dwell on it. And dwell, and dwell.

Fourth. I have lots of ant bites from standing in an antpile in the dark last night. They itch. Ow.

Comments

[cpip.livejournal.com]

I thought I was the only one who had zombified grudges staggering around. *chuckles* Still, there's something to tapping that irrational, "I still loathe you" anger and never letting go... Mmm.

Oh, and... BAH. Redemption. *sighs*

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. I've been known to /still/ froth at the mouth about an 8th grade teacher, and I haven't seen the woman in over ten years. And she probably wouldn't remember me if I /did/ see her. And yet, just her name will cause me to grind my teeth and rant.

*scritches Lu*

[archangelbeth]

Mmmmmmm, grudges! I hoardes mine, my preciousssss! Keeps them and holds them and pets them and uses them when I needs! Muwhahaa!

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

*giggles* There's an odd sort of comfort to an old grudge. The slow burn of it keeps you warm. ;p