she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. she felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

Spring is officially in full force. The trees, they are a bloomin’, and my allergies, they are a reactin’… Wish it were this colorful here all the time. Makes it seem like we live in a weird, overgrown wonderland where up ↑ is down ↓ and down ↓ is left ← and left ← is backwards §.

I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and jumbly with the what and the huh? Yeah, well, those have been my dreams. My baddy bad bad dreams.

But, in spite of said dreams and the lack of really good sleep, I chant over and over that t’morrow t’will be t’werrific.

Maybe the eggs and the milk will fit…

Yes, Kansas. Yes, Carry on. It’s appropriate… My brother told me deaths come in 3′s, and I thought he meant family deaths or deaths of those close. Seems I was mistaken.  In a matter of a week, there have been 3 deaths.  Falling like dominos…

Most important to me: 11/18/2009 Uncle Gary, rest his soul.

All I can say is please let this be it for while.  Please let this be it, and then I’ll be thankful for something worth being thankful for.