Yeah. Thought I'd just give an empty, shameful hello to the site that gives me so much, yet takes so, so very little. Snow today. Or, ice, i guess. And now it's started raining, and I'm getting Cabin Fever. I'm not allowed to leave. I would lock myself in a room and experience total darkness, but this house is made to taunt each and very soul with the pleasures that lay outside. It's cold everywhere today, I guess.

Reorganization of Complainte De La Butte:

La lune, trop pâle,
caresse l'opale
de tes yeux blasés
et sous ta caresse,
je sens une ivresse
qui m'anéantit.

Or maybe random depression is a sign that I should quit being a little bitch and do something with my life. I like that one.