Oh God! The dance was funny! LoL I kept feeling out of sync to everyone else, but who cares? I've got great friends, and a person who doesn't care if I can dance, watching me out of the corner of his eye. It feels so great, so rejuvenating to be loved, to enjoy friends in their truest essence. Those false friends, who I find I can't stand anymore, maybe I just grew out of them, or they grew out of me, who knows? I for one, don't care anymore. I can have fun in my own group, and fun in the others. (*Jams to "Las Ketchup"*)

I got to keep the sweatshirt! I love it.... Gonna go fall asleep in it, and my tank top. Screw it. I'm jsut going to throw it in the wash tomorrow anyway, and it's about time for my sleeping bag to be washed, too. What to do tomorrow... I'll tell ya now, because when i get home, I'll prolly jsut fall asleep in my tracks and drop, dead to the world. I'm gonna be working on the boat all day, tarping it and winterizing it, putting it up on blocks, moving stuff, doing my jobs that i'm expected to do. *smiles tiredly*

About that poem below, it really does matter to me. The first time I read it, it wasn't yet revised and finished, but I knew even then, that it was going to hit me. Like the one about the wall, this one was meant for me to read. Some things I believe fate puts in your way, and this is one of them. Erik, I hope that you use your talent, (The Curious George poem was awesome, man!) and do something with it. You have a Gift (God i hate those words..) and you really should use it. I can prolly never say this aloud to you without sounding all sentimental and mushy, which I'm not good at, but in here... Just know. I'm not saying this because I don't mean it. I do, and I hope you take me seriously. BTW... A copy of this is going on the wall in my room. *grins* Night, man!