tab and i talked for an hour or so today. we did a bit of coming-to-terms that we should have done years ago. she's happy-on-the-outside and as laid back and candid as ever. a wonderful mother and still the strongest person i know. connor is awesome. he's having crushes and he's a math wiz and just got into a montessori cause he's been so bored at regular school. bored = menacing lamer classmates and taking his clothes off and chasing girls and drawing space-ships all over his math homework because just filling in the blanks like everyone else is lame and hey, if he can do it all right in his head why should he write it out when there are planets to be saved from the asteroid belts and the alien hive??
he is velocity's child. the anti-bored. random fits of hyperactivity and creativity. or a.d.d., as some buttmunch counselors would have it.
i'm not really in touch with my inner-self today. there are things like loneliness and longing that are annoying the hell out of me and i'm not allowed to be sad. so i'm downloading space-rock (mouse on mars) off of napster and studying and thinking about a children's site/creative project i've been rumminating upon. i'm keeping my outer-self occupied tonight. i wish www.timburton.com or www.elephantcloud.com would go live cuz i'm dying for external inspiration. i'm a flightless bundle of fingers and feathers and needs. my inner-self can stand to curl up into a ball and wait it out in the cold and rain.