it's flowin
this whole trip to livejournal has me writing in an even more hidden journal so deeper stuff's comin out. i'm actually hand-writing, and it's pretty. i took a three hour nap today after the night of sleep i had next to a bear with a tummyache. i had a fugging crazy dream with melodrama and adventure and angst and ooooh it was -cool-. wrote it out in the tiniest hand i could muster. these dreams are few and far between and you can find 'em in my notebooks in teeny teeny chickenscratch. anyway, i'm finally far enough inside myself that my brain's acting out elaborate fantasies, like when i was a lonely little kid. i'm gonna be the next laurel k. hamilton, but better. like anne rice, but interesting.