deleted cookies, and no inspiration for you I'm not have a good day. Before I went to sleep last night I had this incredible feeling that something was really wrong somewhere, and I couldn't figure it out. I ended up phoning at least one person I knew to placate myself into maybe sleeping soundly, by finding out that at least they were all right. So yeah, if something was horribly wrong with one of you at around 3:30 am this morning, and I didn't call you, I'm sorry.

I had a very interesting/weird dream last night. Not before I watched Donny Darko again though, which of course, is always a good idea to do before you attempt to go to bed. The dream was set in a desert, and involved torture that wasn't really torture, a war, refugees, and some weird food play. Blueberries? It inspired me for a painting though, which is interesting. I never have "painting dreams." I sketched it out at work today.

Two days left to come up with the most amazing poem ever. I see Adam has already sent out a mass email asking for support... clap louder for me, because I'm cooler, kay?  ¶ 10:27 PM