  Feels like I've slept in thirty minute coughs; but the dreams were beautiful and vivid. I was where I grew up, wearing veils, and dancing. The road was empty, and although my dream self knew that it was the end of janurary the air was hot, and the leaves were on the trees, and I was heading to the beach. There were other dreams, too, more indistinct - an old friend in trouble. I remember thinking in the dream how handsome, and how sad his face was; and how he wasn't as tall as I remembered.
He told me I grew. (Yes indeedy, i broke that 5'2 mark...) There were whales in the ocean nearby. Depending on where I looked, it was night, then morning. I wasn't wearing shoes, and my feet were as brown as I remember them, not the perpetually surprising pale they've been now for years.
Tonight is the night, a wise man once said, where we celebrate the passing of one year into another by getting hopelessly obliterated, kissing fellow obliterates, and being Really Sick to herald the first morning of that brand new start. I think I'll go to bed early. And then, sleep in late. I;ve been waffling greatly between wanting to be back in w/v, to dreading the bills, and wanting to hide out here in the parental's basement until the bill collectors give up on finding me. It can't be that bad as i think it's going to be, can it? Well, that's all I got for now. 
