Hunter's Heart
It creeps up unexpected sometimes. I haven't written in a while so I'm not sure the last time I felt it, but it's back.
I generally feel more inclined to write, or maybe just turn my ears and listen, and observe. It's a sinister pricky at the front of my brain, a pulling from my forehead outward. That's the best way I can describe it this morning. But it's more too. I'm aware of more going on, both inside and outside my head. It's something exterior that I've caught the scent of, or heard the snapping of branches not far away. It's anticipation and a certain restless need to sniff the intruder out, and possibly make a snack of it.
But it's more than that too. There's emotion there too, maybe some fear, maybe some darkness.
Welcome back, Lan. I have missed you dearly.
Monday, Monday
I'm not sure what to say exactly, but feel like I should be saying something. It's Monday, and back at work, nothing is working. We have two new hires that can't log into our system, and the rest of us can't create PO#'s. I know, all technical and not particularly interesting.
I dreamt about comics last night. I can't remember any details though. I think the Hulk was in it though, or at least the Bruce Banner version of him. I vaguely remember laying in a cramp space with him, and we were talking, and the whole time I was worried he was going to change and crush me. I guess that says something, either about fears of my own alter ego, or that of my bed-mate, Jeff.
Not that I'm frightened of Jeff. I have always implicitly trusted him. I can't imagine, in any way that he would hurt me.
