conversations have been had and i really don't feel the need for any new ones right now and it feels different. i'm sure i'll wake up tomorrow morning and be dying to talk endlessly with someone until the next sunrise, but i'll fall back down. maybe it's the new low standards i've ratified that put me in such a contentment with the low standards needed for it, but that's what it's all about. relativity, right?

but sometimes i feel like i want to be pulled out and to raise my standards from subterranean to lying in the grass because it feels good and maybe life needs to twist just a little bit in my favor one more time even though i know i'm probably out of universal favors for a couple months or so. so much from the last year that i probably even owe the universe some.

i think i took too big a bite from the gates of eden. food poisoning.