Tracy, there is nothing wrong with you feeling innocent. And I totally agree with your statement about being a mere mortal on Mount Olympus, although at the moment I feel like the boatman in Hell who ferries people across for a fee...for heaven's sake, if I live forever I should be doing more interesting things than rowing people across the same old river with the same old scenery and getting paid with money that I can't use (do I ever get vacations I wonder). I don't even think I've been to Mount Olympus. I want to be Athena! Then I would be smart, and get to star in some pretty good stories and start the Trojan War!
There are no bluebirds near my house. There are plenty of mynahs who sing their hearts out everytime I play the piano. And the lovely songbirds next doors. My neighbour likes birds.
I like the sound of candle wars too...
I think I've been thinking too much. I am perpetually tired, really don't know what to do. But how can I not think of him?
Ewww, I sound so lovesick. But I am lovesick. Since I am lovesick, it also means my muse has died until further notice. Notice how all my blog entries are rambly, but luckily for the human race, not long.