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I don’t feel like writing much again. Normally I wouldn’t waste time telling everyone that (both your time and mine) but if I don’t then I’ll leave it too long again. So, this is just a quick message to say nothing really. I’m kind of bored, I haven’t felt like doing much today. Have to go in to uni tomorrow though to get my student card, I forgot it in the library on Thursday. (I need to write up that day, it was significant) Anyway just wanted to let you know I’m not going anywhere yet.

I was inspired to write this upon coming upon one of my old sketches

Warlock

I want to speak
but every time I try
the words become stuck
like a rock in the back
of my throat,
and I wonder
are you out there
somewhere,
do you laugh from the
dark, watching in the
shadows,
or am I little more
then a memory
from the grave.

I want to slay
you with my words, ...

I got so many soaps and scrubs for my birthday that it made me wonder if I really smell this bad.... maybe not, one was a scrub of some sort, I just don't know how to use these things, luckily there are directions...

well it's sunny on the ice now and I'm in a pretty good mood listening to Aimee Mann. My son gave me star wars lego for my birthday and we just love to play with it.

last friday there was a dinner at my uncle's house 11 courses for meat eaters and vegetarians, ...

The Listeners
by Walter De La Mare

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
...

I don't know if this will make a whole lot of sense. I've just been through so much in the last four hours that it's seemed like a dream. Oh God, this was one of the most bizzare, craziest and emotionally challenging days of my life. If there is a God, let Him be blessed for all his goodness, and let him be scorned for all of his evil.

Nauseas, tired, lathargic, I go to bed. "****ing boring day," I say. Got nothing done.

Head hits the pillow at five and I ...