damn it, damn it, damn it

I promise, I am paying attention! Sometimes, I can't give you all my full attention, particularly when at work. Please, stop ringing the metaphorical doorbell on my brain, and especially hold off on tossing pebbles at my eyes, at least for a little while. Please?

sometimes, I don't suck

Tonight, I did not feel any shame in touching my tree when walking past. From the perspective of right now, I don't know why I feel constrained all the rest of the time.

Maybe my sweetie is right, and I am partially photosynthetic; it sure feels like empathy, rather than sympathy.