i am wondering tonight about my relationship with the moon. see, i have a lot of newfound data-awareness about celestial events, what with my current obsession with being a mariner. i have a watch that measures the rough relation between myself and the moon’s pull. i have a handheld that measures this relationship much more precisely and accurately. i feel restless tonight. sort of like, if i were a house cat i would be ripping the shit out of the couch right now, no matter how much water you threw at me.
so instead, i am awake at 4:30 a.m., typing. i cannot help but wonder if the moon is somehow partially responsible for this feeling. i am also wondering if it will go away at 8:10 a.m., the exact time of moonset.
i also cannot help but speculate whether the involvement of venus on tuesday is going to heighten this overall sense of couch-in-need-of-clawing. it certainly will heighten my superstition of there being a lot more sexual energy in the air than usual. i sort of wish that i could fly to tahiti and re-enact cooks observations of the transit. actually, i sort of wish that i could just get on a plane and go relive gauguin’s life there.
just looked down at my hands to check for signs of lycanthropy. nope. just some dude sitting in front of a computer with insomnia. the closest i’m getting to werewolf tonight is the stubble on my face and head.