I had a major deva-vu just now, as Jen was sitting across from me at work talking to June. It's a love/hate relationship with it for me. The possibility that it's just a lousy feeling bothers the hell out of me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a prophet or a dreamer. If I was a prophet, what kind of mad dealings would I be spreading? I have been practically unconsious all day today, who knows what kind of crap I might start saying if someone handed me a microphone.

I want to go to sleep. I want my hair to be long again like it was when I was young. I want a big fluffy dog to cuddle with me on the couch. I want you to kiss me out of the blue. See, those things would make me happy. Time to get working on them.