Heylo.

"Don't you know that love is the greatest thing the world has ever known?"
-B.B. King

I didn't wake up until 1 o'clock today, and I woke up in tears, the aftermath of a bad dream.  I hate bad dreams.

"You need love.  Gotta get it."

I'm still groggy.  I don't even know why I'm blogging about this, of all things.  It's the "just gotta get it down on paper" thing.  I suddenly feel like writing songs and poems, but I'd end up staring at a blank piece of paper for five or so minutes.

It's like art.  I miss art.  Art feels like an exquisitely dead language.  Or at least in my house.  It's thriving right outside, its garden lush with flowers and color.  It feels so gray in here.

I've been feeling so NEGATIVE lately.  Which is weird, because I sincerely can't think of anything wrong in life at the moment, besides the godawful pain that my tongue has after accidentally biting it during dinner yesterday and that I'm worried about Phuc, which is common on a daily basis.  Something just feels wrong and askew.  It's an ugly feeling, as if something bad is going to happen.

Damn the bleakness.  >__<

If I'm not effing jumpy and giddy by tomorrow, I will shoot something with a pool stick, and they will have to try to hit me with shopping carts.

Today's lesson: Listen to the music of the night.

it hurts so much to think of it, so from my thoughts i will exclude

Bye for now.