4:06 a.m. - 2004-09-24
Sleepy
I'm thinking back on simpler days of building spaceships out of Legos. With the bin of blocks I had when I would search for a piece, it would take forever to find it. If I instead looked for another piece, I'd find both pieces for which I was looking. I feel like I'm doing the same with my sense of self. Okay, maybe I should be.
If people can read my Die-ary and still want to talk with me, then maybe I'm not so horrible after all. Maybe.(Or as it was later pointed out to me: OR maybe we've found that you're just as horrible as we are, and that makes us kindred.")
As I am drifting off in my chair, I think I'll go brush my teeth and crawl into my bed of solitude.
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