Next week should be better.
Dreamed last night about a house I will never go to again, and a person I will likely never see again, and a bed that rose from a basement on a hydraulic lift to a glass-walled room so I could see plains and vistas all around. I am the world's best dream architect.
Sylvia Plath was a weirdo. If she had been on Livejournal I probably would have been laughing at her journal behind her back.
Whoever is sending me anonymouse messages, you know you can just say hi. I'm a nice person no matter what people say. Unless you like being mysterious ;)
Time to make the doughnuts.