"well, it is a new moon, you know"

my gearshift vibrates as i drive, and when i hear especially hot music or am thinking especially dirty thoughts, i find that touching it with my fingertips ever so lightly adds to the experience. a song came on as i was leaving work tonight, one that will always adhere to my brain as saturated with ecstacy, eroticism, a lack of time or place. so now i am here, typing this on a distressingly sticky public keyboard, legs crossed tightly.
music and smells. these create the purest memories.
after a damningly slow start to my day, leading to such look-busy tasks as cleaning out the staff refrigerator, it got busy: with one train wreck after another. i stayed late to help a dachsund puppy that had been dropped by the 4 year old human breathe; it was herniating its brain stem from cerebral hemorrhage, getting increasingly tachycardic, lacking palpebral reflex, and the owners (including the aforementioned child) were waiting for the entire family to show up to 'say goodbye.' compassionately, i understand this, but logically and medically this is always fucking cruel. this sort of act is for the human's benefit, never the animal. i am a bit jaded.
this computer is slower than fuck. i shall abbreviate this thusly, before my optimistic parted-lips mood disintegrates.