It's weird to me that I can get so much joy from the tiniest things.

And so much disappointment when those same tiny things are missing.

Am I a man, or a fucking willow branch?

I like it though. I take the joy when I can get it, and I live with the disappointment when I have to.

I think I've already written this entry that's in my head. Something about one of those metronome thingies, swaying back and forth. Or maybe an old-fashioned scale, like the justice statues hold.

So I'll stop now.

Anyway, I hope that the joy will come back. I miss her it.