spiderdust

There is a cat yowling outside.
At least I think it's a cat... it could be a yowling baby, but I'm fairly sure it's a cat. Not one of mine, though. I just did a head count.

Went to Adrenochrome tonight, went to RevolutioN last night. This week was the first time since I was 18 or so that I went clubbing sober, and I was glad to discover that I could get into my "dancing headspace" without downing a few shots of Krolewska first. Had a very good time both nights, but if I keep going clubbing this much, I'm going to need a bigger wardrobe.

Did some more artwork. I actually have 4 new pictures... 2 of them spawned from a picture taken of me with someone's phone (either

iceblink's or

insomnia's? I forget which one) at RevolutioN. I'll put them up eventually, although I'm wondering if I should start another journal for just pictures.
Part of me feels guilty for any praise I've gotten on them, since I didn't completely create something from scratch... just took pictures and changed them. At the same time, a lot of thought went into how they were re-created. Maybe I shouldn't feel so guilty.

And life goes on.
Time for bed. I find myself getting melancholy, for some reason. Must be the music.

And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.
For a second please hold me.
None can change in me these things that I believe.
But I don't know what happens now.
I am too scared to close my eyes.