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_Spirited Away_ continues to bring me great delight, and I continue to want a river spirit of my very own. And a friendly jumping lantern.

I saw lightning bugs (which I appear to alternate with 'firefly' in my head) tonight, and I saw stars. There was great beauty, but no one to share it with. And that was sad. But the beauty was still joyous, and the movie I'd finished watching was delightful, as always.

The songs "All I Ask of You" and "Power of Two" make for a _very_ strange combined set of music bits in my head.

I appear to have spontaneously gained a guitar during the course of moving people today. Perhaps I shall attempt to learn it again.

There will be an australian_joe here in less than two days.

I am covered in bruises and scrapes from moving people today, and my legs and arms were refusing to work earlier. At least for certain movements (picking things up and going down stairs were most noticable).

And, a conversation in my journal is echoing in my head.

I am tired, and calm, and there is joy and beauty. And this is good.

I think that the reason I don't want music when I'm tired is that my brain is already overly distracted, and additional music is not a _good_ distraction, but actually painful. It's strange, but true.

I suppose I should go sleep now, much as my head is filled with echoes.

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_Spirited Away_ continues to bring me great delight, and I continue to want a river spirit of my very own. And a friendly jumping lantern.

I saw lightning bugs (which I appear to alternate with 'firefly' in my head) tonight, and I saw stars. There was great beauty, but no one to share it with. And that was sad. But the beauty was still joyous, and the movie I'd finished watching was delightful, as always.

The songs "All I Ask of You" and "Power of Two" make for a _very_ strange combined set of music bits in my head.

I appear to have spontaneously gained a guitar during the course of moving people today. Perhaps I shall attempt to learn it again.

There will be an australian_joe here in less than two days.

I am covered in bruises and scrapes from moving people today, and my legs and arms were refusing to work earlier. At least for certain movements (picking things up and going down stairs were most noticable).

And, a conversation in my journal is echoing in my head.

I am tired, and calm, and there is joy and beauty. And this is good.

I think that the reason I don't want music when I'm tired is that my brain is already overly distracted, and additional music is not a _good_ distraction, but actually painful. It's strange, but true.

I suppose I should go sleep now, much as my head is filled with echoes.