I dunno...

three things... three random things all entertwined and independant, no, that's too concrete, it's more like the slow forming bubbles in cream puff filling as it thickens. Regret, yes, regret over not getting more done today. I wrote literary context... a page worth and it's fairly good, but not as much as I'd hoped to accomplish. An artificial sort of wistfulness, the result of listening to somewhat wistful songs and indulging in wistful thoughts... not a good thing... but it will pass if I just find a different cd to listen to. And the third, I cannot find simple words for. It's been called strong coffee. And it's current result is a cross between fascination and trepidation - tendrils as fragile as cobwebs, and as annoying.

On an entirely different note... I have my own staircase now! yes, it's definately a one way staircase, and no, it doesn't swoop around or do anything exceptionally lovely, but it's my staircase! and I can walk down it every morning from the time we move to the time I go back to school. *sighs* It may sound ridiculous, but it makes me feel incredibly special.
It has been a fun day, I'm just going to pay for the distractions tomorrow. Goodnight all.