blood and choler
Predictably, yesterday's trough has produced a crest in its turn. For one thing, Ambassador Satch showed up. Sure, why not go out and love, if that's your thing? It's either that or wait for death.
Though I will admit that Earth Day is one of those gestures that make me incredibly sad. Bush goes hiking with a hammer? What the fuck? It's like seeing Emperor Diocletian celebrate Christmas. Anything to chase it away. The hot water at ten. And if it rains, a closed car at four. Or go buy pirate merchandise!
I don't like this upswing of the European far right one bit either. A backlash against globalization? The developed world's last xenophobic stand against encroachment by the developing world? How bad can it get? And then we all go sit in a room and talk about whether the epiphany that Character X had in his car is believable, and I tell you I just feel sick sometimes.
Nobody gets by without desires, sure, but I have to scale them down. At the moment, all I really desire is this. If it never rains, I will never die.