Eggs and Hills and Bipolar Weather

Sometimes I feel like crying for no reason. It's such a weird feeling... being so overwhelmed with emotion... but you really have no emotion to be overwhelmed with. It's as if your body's just like "you know what? I'm gonna make you gross and snot drippy and take away your ability to communicate coherently for no reason whatsoever"
It's like snow that lasts for three days. It's supposed to be warmer this week. I feel like the weather is just taunting me. It takes away all the anticipation and finally snows, making everything beautiful and quiet... and then decides to make everything wet and brown the next day. No point.
Stupid weather.
Alberta is supposed to have the second best weather in Canada.... but at least all the other provinces are consistent in their bad weather (or good, in the case of British Columbia)
Oh well, it certainly makes life more interesting.
Not like wanting to cry for no reason, that just makes you feel sort of pathetic... and wet...
Sigh...
Such is life.
Life is such.
I feel like I need to say something all deep and meaningful now... but all I can think about is that I'm alone in the house, and despite the fact that I feel like it should be all peaceful and stuff... it's just kinda giving me the wiggins.
Nobody ever uses that word anymore... wiggins. It's such a fun word too.
However I dislike it's meaning. I don't like having the wiggins.
Crap.
I'll write some happy stuff now.

~

Take my hand?
I'll lead you to a house on a hill.
And we can sit in the middle of the floor and play cat's cradle until the sun goes down.
Then we'll lay down together on the big feather bed and tell each other stories.
And when neither of us can speak anymore, we can close our eyes.
And I'll place my head on your chest and let your heartbeat drive away the monsters.
And we'll sleep and sleep and sleep.
In the morning the light will wake us, punishing us for leaving the windows bare.
I'll make you eggs and toast and tea.
And we'll leave the house together.
We'll roll down the hill.
We'll laugh, and laugh, and laugh until we cry.
And we'll sit there, at the bottom of the hill, laughing and crying and laughing and crying.
And there I'll leave you.
A perfect moment in a perfect dream.
Oh how I wish you'd take my hand.