I'm fucking awake and the telnet client won't connect to my server because it's being pissy, so no email for me.

I'm starting to hate my job...

Wait, this journal is supposed to be all allegory and hinting. Okay. Start over.

Your skin smells lovely like sandlewood,
Your hair falls soft like animals,
And I'm trying to keep cool
'Cuz everyone here likes you...

He looked in a mirror once and told himself a story, and he whispered words like anchors, and sometimes I wondered what he was thinking. I couldn't read the words in his head, so I read the ones on his skin, mom and sister and devotion.

Did you know that stars shine like broken glass? That things fall from the sky in a burning halo and hit the ground with the soft thud of something dropping, like a body or a dream? Do I really want to be that girl? You know the one...

I thought I was jealous of her because she had his attention, because he liked her. I didn't realize that he and the others weren't the same, and that I could find the one I was searching for without stopping to turn over every leaf and rock and grain of sand...

Is this enough metaphor for you tonight?