It was a rather strange day. 'Strange' may be a rather ill-fitting word to use in terms of meaning, but then the feel of the whole thing just clicks together, somehow.

For a while, there was a rather mild, diffuse sort of happiness. Then came a rather illuminating realisation. For a while, all machinations were laid bare. The wheels and the cogs that click and whirr away under the skin suddenly visible in the starkness of the situation. So perhaps, the past few weeks of chaos have been worth it, justified in a way that defies my logic. Has it.

Or i guess that it's the relief that pretty much drowns out the other emotion. Cogs and wheels, wheels and cogs. At least something good came out of that...

Whoever said that Friday the 13th was unlucky?


I so do miss my friends.

So tired, Eyes are closing.

*crackle... fade out...*