April 2nd, 2004

dream sad

What a day

“Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four a.m. knows all my secrets. Four a.m. is when my dreams die.” ~Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

So my dreams aren't dead, it's not as bad as it sounds, I just like the quote and it's kind of fitting. I shouldn't have serious conversations at four a.m. I shouldn't get online at four a.m. I should just go straight to bed. I can't always deal with people in the best way at four a.m. I think I just like typing four a.m. Or maybe it's that it's dark and I don't know where the "four" key is on the keyboard without looking.

Tomorrow is International Dress Like Ashley Day. You should all participate. Wear a hat, she wears all sorts of funky hats.

I have a lot of other things I want to write about but some of them aren't important and can wait and others are private and for my personal journal. Sorry.

Goodnight.

Fuck, I should not have conversations after four a.m.
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