Smoking 'cause I'm a bad seed.
In the boys' room, no less.
I seem to have signed myself up for a week of all work an no play. Oh, well. In the words of my dear old Padawan, Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
I miss that bastard. I miss the way his heart bangs on his ribs.
Friends are strange creatures indeed. Who knows when they'll be at their best? There's no pattern. I used to think there was. Oh, well.
I feel like a good ramble.
My book is making me feel so alive. It's making me feel very deeply, anyway, deep enough to outweigh the things in my real life that I care about.
Shadow was kind of legitimately mean to me the other day. Really upset me. I think it's good for me, though. Maybe now I'll stop harassing him. Maybe now I won't want him around anymore. Wait...there aren't many people I want around anymore. I shouldn't be thinning them out too.
On the drive back home, Fiver and I actually got to talk for a while. We came up with my Pixar movie story, working title Ghost Dog, and it's gonna make it. I felt really defensive when Adam, after hearing the premise, said it was the atory of my life. I'm not sure why.
Well, what have you learned from having a ghost?
Cherish the things you had, but not so much that you forget about the things you have.
I had one fantastic night in Cleburne. The one where I was with you and friends.
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