he dreams the whole night through

today i feel: off and on
today i'm hearing: max avery lichtenstein -- tarnation
today i'm thinking: that i shouldn't be thinking

My roommate has white patches all over her throat. We're kind of concerned, but not concerned enough to stop joking about it.

I made a new box. Well, envelope, actually, but it's the same principle. It was a good thing to do, I know, but it wasn't good enough to make me feel okay.

I want to be in Chicago right now. I want to be anywhere, honestly.

Out of nowhere, I was struck with this terrible feeling of melancholy. No reason to it, at least none that I can see directly. It probably has something to do with helping the Tummy Impaler with his little crisis and a lot to do with Christie being sad. Sadness by association? Strange, but true.

I bought a bowler hat for my Charlie Chaplin costume. It's pretty awesome. I'll be going trick-or-treating for canned goods again. I feel pretty cool.

Made a mix. Going to put it in the mail tomorrow, I think. It's taken me for freaking ever. I'm happy with it, though. Despite the fact that it will most assuredly come back to bite me in the ass.

Life is a funny thing. The joke's on you.