cimorene

i'm going to paint some more bookshelves and then take a nap. it's sunny outside, and the whole inside of my room is dusky, not gray, almost purple, with light filtering in in little luminescent pale bars from the blinds and the curtains. light off, fan on, the dog sleeping and emitting suspicious smells, and the cats the same only fuzzier at the other end of the house. i could take a nap and wake up again . and work and not work all day and be happy, and i don't know why. sometimes it just seems like everything about life is beautiful, even sadness, and i want to cling to every little emotion with my teeth and toenails before i can forget it. i like the smell of dust and the little wrinkles in paper and the weird way your hands feel when it's cold and dry and it's like they shrink, plasticy papery. my dad doesn't understand me anymore and i mostly only find that reassuring. ::poke::

i'm a bit hungry. also lazy. mm.