ive had some weird dreams since this morning.

one of them contained the girl, i remember that much, but i dont know what she was doing.

in another one i got a yearbook to a school i dont go to, opened it up, people had signed it. i was touched and all that they had, because it showed someone went to a length to go around getting people to sign it.

only person, now, that i remember had signed it was courtney and henry.

henry being a fine young man who, rumor had it, could do a damn good tv preacher imitation.

there was one person i wanted to sign the yearbook, and she hadnt. i cant remember if she had refused to or just wanted to be last and never did it. but i knew where she was, so i just had to go to her to ask her.

but i couldnt, because her room mate was about to use my shower.

theres more to the dreams, there always is, someone died, i killed someone, stuff like that, but ive lost interest in telling you them.

one of the hardest things in the world is to not be able to communicate.

we were asked once, if we had to choose, would we rather be blind or deaf and i chose blind.

there are things i would miss seeing, yeah, but i have the memories of beautiful views within me, i can call them up on a whim.

but no matter what, i'm never going to get tired of hearing her laugh. or hearing her or him or them laugh.

so i need to always be able to hear that.

i should probably eat or take a shower. maybe take a shower first, then eat.

yeah.

happy st pattys day to yall.