this journal has been on hiatus.
i have not wanted to update because my mind, and by extension my days and by extension space, is as cluttered as my-- wait, i already said space.
i do not want to update, but i am nontheless here. i must say something. i must have something to remember and refer to.. my eyes demand it.
well, in light of that.. i think i woke up either this morning or yesterday morning, peeling myself away from my sleep, and had an amusing thought. so amusing, in fact, that i spoke it aloud.
"whoa, i've been dreaming. i've been sending myself messages from the future."
and now i am embarassed (sp?)
so embarrassed (sp?) in fact that i must now curl up and slink away from this keyboard. the offense is the offense.
it is nigh on three am in the morning and a foggy mist travels in among and through you, if you were me.
02:49 - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
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