Graveyard Shift.

I worked graveyard shift last night. It was so lovely and quiet. There are alot of things I really like about working the dreaded graves. The chance to do my work at *my* pace, the leisure time to chat with my late night customers, and that sort of thing. But what I really like about it is when it gets to be around 2:30 or three in the morning, and the town is so quiet. I like how, around 5:00 AM, the day birds come out a little early on a full moon, and I really like sitting outside the store, enjoying a little ciggie and watching the sun rise.

Another really cool thing about graves is how, when the news paper guy brings the morning news in, and you get to be the first one, the FIRST one, to read it.

It also gives one time to think. I've been thinking alot.

I think I'm in love, and I think it's a precious thing. Because, if I'm honest with myself, I have to admit, it's been a long time since I was really, swept-off-my-feet, completely intoxicated in love. It's a heady feeling. I like it, and I'm pleased to see that I haven't lost the capacity for it.

I really am, I think. He has as many endearing quirks as one can find in an online friend that you haven't seen for ages.

I can almost hear my mind at night. When it's so quiet that all your ears can detect is the slap of your sandals against the pavement and the swish-flap of your canvas skirt.

Stuff

Oh, burning cancer stick, you're my friend;
You make the day okay
When it feels like it will never end.
You're killing me, but it goes so slow;
I'll ignore something I don't really want to know!
Oh, burning cancer stick, you and me!

I want to party. That old heat is in my blood. I want loud damn music and loud damn people and dancing and lots and lots of drinking and young chaos. I want men on the dance floor. I want guitars and stuff to break.

Unfortunately, I'm in Oregon. Not exactly party central. Maybe I'll start rescuing some of my old abandonned web pages.