Post Rehash: 2/17/2005

Still true as ever.

I'm a water sign, drowning under a wet moon.

When it rains, it... rains for days and days and days. {Jenny smirks at the insanity of dreading precipitation in the desert.} The sky has broken into bite-sized pieces of unmanageable stress and anger and resentment and et cetera et cetera et cetera, she says.

She says, "The water sliding off the stars is still just water."

And it doesn't make sense.

And she's tired. And overworked. And five miles underground.