it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i can't sleep.

i keep walking around my house like a speedy 75 year old in my death cab for cutie shirt and my superman underwear [so many mixtures of ages]. i'm also watching mash. clinger is so neat. there is no one to talk to. so for now its just me, my granola bar, raisins for later, and good ol' mash.

seems so wonderful.

< 2:38 a.m. on 2002-06-11 >