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People run in circles...

I've been having songs stuck in my head. I've got snatches of "Mad World" in my head, and I haven't even watched Donnie Darko. (That comes with Shawn's recommendation, so I do need to watch it, because for everything else, the man does know what will head-breaky me, which was why he was a very very dangerous one to allow root access.)

Lately, though, I've been having some Green Day in the head. "Basket Case", of course. Upon attempting to hit the sack -- "I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams. He says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down."

Ya think? Possibly. Possibly not. I haven't been held in long enough, though. The closest I come are gentle touches from friends at work, the occasional hug from the household. Maybe my big bro will come over soon. I'm afraid that if he doesn't, I'll be rather too frantic when I see him again next.

I just want good dreams tonight. Dreams of home. Dreams of the people who make home home. Lately, home's been where the heart's at, and the heart hasn't been seen for upwards of a quarter of a year.

"We shall come home before dark..."
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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