Wolverine is too tall and skinny.

This is not that; I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown...

The rain just began. I will get up and drive Big Bro to work when he wakes. I have had a horrendously strange last four days. Drove to the Big Smoke to pick up a wayward traveller about twenty minutes after posting the last piece. Ended up staying awake for nigh on 48 hours straight. Now I am addicted to V energy drink. Glad to have found my friend alive and relatively well. She made the right decision to come home. I got that kid's back, come the Court of Public Opinion or mental illness. I am not as noble as I sound.

Went also to watch our little sister play water polo. Caught up with my newest best friend. Wrote the beginnings of what I think could be one of our best songs. Big Bro is a genius. Whether he was at the end of a crack pipe when he wrote it or not, this song is something phenomenal. Cut a cover of an old Lisa Loeb song to give to Mum for Mother's Day today. Something to show off to her friends and listen to without distorted guitars and feedback. I love that woman so fiercely that it doesn't even bare thinking about. I would not be alive and well if not for the infinite amount of love she has given me and my siblings since the day we were conceived. I love you, Mum. Thank you for being who you are.

That others will be experiencing opposite feelings today is a given. My heart goes out to those who struggle with what today means to them. Everything is relative. Keep the flow going. Never forget, but never surrender.

Seems I have watched a ton of movies lately. Lying on my couch alone, or with a pretty girl tucked under my arm. It is strange to let someone close to me in this way. It is territory that has been unexplored since September last year. There have been girls, but they haven't been hugged by me. Time will tell as to whether anything more comes of this. It is nice, nevertheless. Confusing and scary, but nice.

I'm listening to the rain banking onto the corrugated iron roof of our sun-room. It sounds like rocks thrown by thousands of cheeky kids from across the road. If the wind was howling more loudly, I could almost fool myself into thinking it was the little bastards laughing and hooting. The sky doesn't even bother to laugh at my stupid imaginings. It has more important things to ponder.

I have summed my week now. I have run out of ways to explore the way I feel about it for now. Let's let some time get between us. Let's linger longer if it tells us to.

Would you trade your life to know the secret to our existence?