Misty's noises woke me up from my sleep. I was having a dream that for some could be categorized as a nightmare, but...

It felt like the first time, but... could it be the last? The food, the music, his eyes on mine, my sadness. I hadn't...

or it doesn't?

I have been called a freak many times, actually... I might be a freak, a real freak, which is not bad at all because...

  No matter how long forever lasts, can I have it and then... one more day?

The puter broke down, yes, THE puter, not any of the other six that are around the house, THE PUTER or in other words...

I feel lonely within my loneliness, which is not bad or sad, and it's not damaging or severing... it's just that...

It has been a while since the last time I had the house and Jo to my own for a weekend... Yes... I get pensive on days...