No, it's not cold, it's May. You don't listen.

It is indeed a melancholy realisation, that I can no longer be bothered to inflict a song or ponderous word at you with any kind of regularity.

Red red red red red. I wonder why it's growing on me at the rate it is.

Today's been pretty good. Curious and I bullied Alien into eating sweets at lunchtime, despite the vow she made on Tuesday to not eat gelatin for as long as she's a vegetarian. In retrospect, the guilt is immense.

Erratic thinking! I began to create my Mind Palace today, to sort my head into logical order and set it all out in a way that's easy to find, but then I remembered that logic brings me out in a rash and that any kind of orderly manner disagrees with me.

There's something happening between two friends and [assuming it doesn't go tits up] I'm delighted for them, but there's someone else who's completely oblivious and it's galling because I don't know to what extent he'll care or take it personally or sink into depression because what keeps happening to him is happening again and arrghhhh. Despite how great these other two people are, I feel terrible for him in advance. Ugh. I care too much. Or not enough, I don't know.

Anyway. Pizza. Band practice. Yay. I like that the band is becoming an increasingly significant part of my life, though I worry that it's for the wrong reasons. Ciao, anyway.