These things (they are) seem to be so odd.

It's strange... but at the same time it's not because this is what i've come to expect, and what i'm actually remarking is strange is that i don't think anyone else would view what is occuring as a mundane aspect of their lives...
...i don't know why people say things...
of course, i'm sure that doesn't make any sense to someone who probably just stumbled on to this, but it's what i was thinking.

Anyway... Sean should be leaving for here soon, and i think i wanted to get started on a short story i've had brewing in my head for quite some time... I'll probably post it when i get it done, and i'll be glad to have gotten it out of the way, but i still need to work on the fucking dialogue sequence in my book about Wendy Bird...
Haha... she would kick me right there.

Oh man... this is gonna be an awful day...
But not awful as in 'my house just burned down'
awful as in like
"there we go again: we're out of our medicine, out of our minds and we want in yours, let us in".
hahahahaahahahaha...
nevermind.