Strange, I want a reason to not put on pyjamas all the time. I want to think that my days are not a collection of tedious hours. I want to be able to breathe.
(We all went to watch New Moon. It was, well I did not get the story. I did not cry (a good friend of mine sat through the show for the second time just to watch me cry, he was looking at my face the entire time, ASS!) but I did not cry. I watched the girl sit on the armchair. October, November, December. I saw her crying in her sleep. I saw her screaming in her sleep. I do not know how that reflected on me. Of course almost everybody else came whispering to me after the movie.)
(What else is new?)
