dreaming in technicolor
fever dreams again. disturbing, frightening ones bleeding into silliness this time. better than usual. steve says i should work out; maybe he's right. i could sweat anxieties, pump fresh blood through stagnant veins, exercise my demons. tomorrow, maybe.
for now i'll just turn over and hope for the best.
FIN. 3:03 a.m., Wednesday, Sept. 23, 2009