Don't forget to cry at your own burial

I woke up, grabbed my computer and began to download as much miike snow as I could. All results into success. I went to veronese last night with paul, which was very nice.

Today is just a day that's closer to monday. Everyone knows that. But just because it is, doesn't mean you can't still do stuff. I will do stuff. I just wish I knew what and when. I really feel like having pho and some really good fortune cookies.

My dreams lately have been odd. Aren't they always? They are. They're starting to irritate me because when I wake up, my lips are chapped, my body is sore and my nose is really dry, almost bloody dry. I do not know what to do about them anymore or how to handle or take what I think about. It's a situation that I've had to deal with for a long time. Since everyone else just sits there and deals with what they can't have, I will do the same.