Harry Potter today, disappointed things don't look the way they do in my imagination. Ran out of cigarettes awhile ago. I have to wait until my younger sister gets back to tell me where she put them, or get off my ass and go to the store. Not too keen on either choice but seeing as Nick Stahl is waiting for me to soak up his image on Season Two of Carnivale, then I guess I'd better wait here.

I might be moving, to the chagrin of my sister who told me yesterday that she really liked the place. But if I found something cheaper with a bit of a yard for Buckley to rabbit around in, then heck yes I will take it. I can't believe I just wrote 'heck yes'.

Midnight waters...


Already I miss cigarettes, although I'm sure I look twenty years older just from the smoke itself. I just miss them. Bed time soon, and I'd better get to it or it might be another repeat of today where I didn't get out of bed until 2. This sucks. Sleeping is still bad unless I take a multitude of drugs in order to get knocked out enough to turn off my mind.

Seriously.

Pills may cure the insomnia, but that doesn't mean I like to be unconscious for 16 hours. Even *I* think that might be a bit too excessive, and I LOVE sleeping. Ok enough rambling in different directions. Good night, dear readers.
G.

I dreamnt that we kissed each other last night. My immediate impression was that it was an area that needed some work. Sorry, Apostle.