My downfall and my.....upfly?

I had a nice day. I got tons of sleep. I cuddled with the cat for like.....2 hours I think. Then I went sailing with Naomi then we went to see Oklahoma. But more on sailing...

WHY DO MASTS NEED TO EXIST? 

My mind had been clear. Keeping my mind clear wasn't even an issue. I was FINE. Now I'm not fine. (She's fucked now! hehehe Unborn.) I like, didn't even talk on the boat. I was just sitting there...staring at the mast with my mind going places I thought I'd left behind. Places I was happy to leave behind. I don't want to be there. I shouldn't be there. Its not right. I don't belong there. There's a new mayor of Masochist City. (Suffragette City! lol Rock Band) I was feeling things that I couldn't remember in full clarity. Feelings that shouldn't exist. Not like that atleast. But then...

The ocean rolled me away. 

I was returned to the land of Sanity. (No, I wasn't at the Cliffs of Insanity before that. I wish. Westley's awesome) My mind was at the same trajectory, but in the opposite direction. Those feelings were still coming back to me, but in this context it felt right. It didn't feel like fighting (Believe me, I was fighting my vacation to Masochist City), it felt like flying. (To quote Ducky's infamous 'Ginny v. Jenny') The place my mind had gone to was magical. I'm currently trying to run for Mayor of Happyville, but someone else is running, and so far she has more votes. But oh how I would love that position. (Not like that... Sarah/Natty)

Okay....my metaphors get freaky when I'm tired, hyped up on Dr. Pepper, and eating Pretzels&Nutella with tea.