We watched Roseanne.

I was in an Aimee Mann mood today (on the way there and on the way back).

Mike and she are dating, now.

We didn’t talk on the phone tonight. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

(That was our goodnight.)

I called Mike on the way home (after the second Aimee Mann song was done playing) and told him how it feels better just being her friend.

And congratulated him. And told him I’m happy for him. And told him I loved him.

He answered, but I don’t need to type it in here, now do I?

(First Aimee song: “Red Vines”. Second: “Satellite”.)

Every night I get sick again. Every morning I wake up sick.

But the day is fine. I feel free as a bird.

I don’t remember the words, but we are Hedwig. And we are Lost In Translation.

Try and understand.

My subconscious is just brilliant. I Am Smart.

I am pooped.