I'm waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow, because I'm somewhere in between what is real and just a dream...

Today this is my song.

I can't be losing sleep over this, no I can't
And no, I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours, I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing

I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

This is over my head, but underneath my feet
Because by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy

I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

Because I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream

Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in?
Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this

I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

Because I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream

Yesterday was a lovely day.  The Borems came and had lunch with me and Mom, which was a lot of fun.  They are really wonderful people, and I like them a lot.

Andrew, AKA the best boyfriend in the whole world and in all the other planets too, came over last night and surprised me.  We watched a movie.  That was also lovely.

Today I am in a weirdish mood.  I am feeling this song, for some reason.  I am angry and happy and frustrated and thrilled and upset and pleased all at the same time.  My life is going in two totally different directions simultaneously, it seems.

I am slightly miffed because I lost my portfolio letter, which is my last paper for Comp.  So I am writing that now.  I really only lost a page or two of progress, so I will survive, but you know.  It's still irritating.

Sincerely,
Mara Tenille, the Butterfly Child