good morning-

i might have a cold, or maybe it's just the hangover. i think my "sent messages" got a bit too messy and i think it's too late to go back to sleep. and under these confusing circumstances, i remember having another long, eerie dream last night that perhaps involved you.

i'm hungry and i think i might try that greasy fast-food restaurant i live on top of and hope for the best. i'm hungry, but i don't think i need someone else in my bed-- im full of that.

but that's just today.

i think, now, that i don't have to be graded on what i read and what i write, i can read and write again.

and i can think of this winter and imagine day by day snow thickening the surface of the city and i want to get away i want nature and a small town with one convenient store and a convenient liqour store.

my neighbors are fighting.