I had dreams about suicide last night. I kept coming across people who'd killed themselves, but in the dream they were friends of mine. It was sort of like an epidemic and I had to escape it somehow, but before I could, the dog licked my face and woke me up.
Apparently, I woke Aaron up at some point last night talking gibberish. Talking in your sleep is creepy, but not as creepy as walking in your sleep.
I should go find something to eat, but I'm feeling decidedly large these days so maybe I won't.
Son-In-Law was on one of the fifty-three Showtime channels this morning, so I watched it. I have a feeling that that was the highlight of my day.
one year ago today: "i like being loved and i like being in love, but who knows." two years ago today: "here is what you should do:" and "i did most of the puddlejumping. she did a lot of odd looks." and "someday, somehow, i will be a good person." three years ago today: nothin.