Yesterday we were driving back from L's grandparents house (outside Dorena) and listening to Japan and it was twilight and the sky was this strange shade of dark blue mixed with lavendar and we passed many fields of sheep and I saw many little lambs lying around and one in particular that was trying to clumsily nurse as it's mother continued to walk at a slow and lumbering pace and it was cute and everything seemed a little unearthly for that drive home and Larry and I were mostly silent, with just the sounds of David Sylvian's strange and soothing voice between us and I didn't know whether to cry or laugh because I wasn't sure whether I was experiencing sadness or joy and it was all very bittersweet.

do the jerk * do the frug