“He dreams in negative?” –Alyssa

I have only slept for an hour. But I got what I wanted from the cage. So now to sleep before dealing with Henry. I still need to pack. Shit.

Bona nit/dia!

One can never add enough glitter to a husband's memory.

Clyde hates me and refuses to stare at the computer.

We're going to sell them cheap books and legal addictive stimulants.

I got 22 in the raffle! WOO HOO! Now to get my ass to the cage at 8am and decide what I want to take out for break.

My thoughts have been pretty messed up lately.

Alyssa hid this dollar inside a page in one of my journals so that one day I'll be flipping through it and find a dollar and it will hopefully brighten my day.

Cheesy romance movies I have been watching lately:
Love Actually, You've Got Mail, When Harry Met Sally,

"I wake pies and make the dead. That was creepy. I make pies and wake the dead.”

Secret Santa dinner.

“I’m sorry about your next best thing magic dad.”

“Brb, I’m going to find something for… Uh, can it still be considered dinner at this point?” –Kaila (2:52am)

"Lumpy mattress? Lumpy dreams!”

I need to get on my recreation reading. Soon.

“If this van’s a rockin, I’m being murdered.”

Composites.

Trying is tiring.

I've been scanning my journals.

Expire is the last breath, inspire is the original breath.

"I suppose I could take pay my bills with blind kids smiles but their money is a lot easier.” –Pushing Daisies

Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side street. Kiss her or keep her.

Meet me in Montauk.

I’m the one whose heart it is okay to break.

Lanie made cookies. Yumm.

My wife assassinated my sexual identity and my children are eating my dreams.

“You’re just dead people who haven’t died yet.”

"Uh, why is this girl a genius?" -Me
"Why is he British?" -Kristin

"Oh shit they're cutting off all our heads today."

Darling, I'm tired...

“This is an exercise in humiliation.”

“Email is for geeks and pedophiles. Be romantic, write another letter.”

‘Tis pity she’s a whore.

I am a series of increasingly frequent injuries.

You've got red on you.

Well you said it perfectly.

Potentially lovely.

Perpetually human.

They smell. And are old

People I need more of in my life.

Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is.

The BIG question: Light gray or medium gray?

December: High hopes.

“Maybe I'll tie some leaves on the ceiling, see if I can get some action. Now I’m gunna puke on that couch. Merry Christmas.” –Jim Gaffigan

Is it still a sexual innuendo if there is no non-sexual way to read this sentence?

Set up.

My hero. (She's standing in the cart to reach the cranberry juice I wanted.)

"Have fun in the place you don't belong." -Alyssa

Ate at Crossroads today, Alyssa came and visited me for a bit. I think I can still count on two hands the number of times I've been in here. This is just not my part of campus.