Current mood:

blah

bulletins from bedlam
Cleaned the house yesterday, and listened to the "Phantom" soundtrack the entire time as Dad borrowed my car to get the brakes checked and all my good cds were in there. I love the Phantom's laugh. It makes me go all smiley for some reason. During the performance of "Il Muto", for example, when he makes Carlotta's voice turn into that of a toad...immediatly after, he just sniggers, and it's so weird and happy-sounding and insane. I love it.

I mean, it's not his fault that he's utterly bugfuck. And he sounds so cute when he laughs. I want to pat him on his little scarred head. Which is not weird at all. Nope.

Hm, my hair is being weird today. When I woke up this morning, it was defying all known laws of physics and sticking straight up. It's cooperating now, but I've got my eye on it. You never know when it may do something crazy.

Speaking of crazy...I've become fascinated by the socio-political constructs surrounding treatment of the mentally ill during the Victorian era. It's interesting in a disturbing, car-accident sort of way, and now I want to go and visit all these old insane asylums and read medical records about their patients.

That is all.