Thursday, October 23, 2003
I've had a scary-headache night. And an I-really-want-to-be-with-my-boyfriend night.Relationships constantly strike me as strange, once you're in them, realizing you're thinking about things and dealing with things that would have never even existed if some cosmic force hadn't positioned your life in this direction.
Tonight I'm cursing Winn-Dixie inventory, and the fact that my man will be working long hours all weekend.
I want to write poetry. And sleep.
But in the meantime, I'll be listening to this.
Heather at 7:30 PM
