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It's hard not to feel inspired when you're sleeping right next to me. It's watching Ace Of Cakes on Food Network late night tv and feeling as your stomach goes in,then out, then back in, and out in slow breaths. Nothing is really around, except the commercials and the increasing hum of the fan. The last week and a half has been a blur. Leaving you for a day or two to realize I'd rather be curled up in the red blanket on the couch with you, flipping through On Demand then alone in my room and you in yours. Even when everything is falling down around me, and the uncertanity of the next year is looming on the corner, everything doesn't seem so bad. Everything seems like it is going to be okay, and thats what matters. What matters right now, is sneaking into the pool next door on hot nights and loving every feeling, ever.
They didn't leave for tour yet.
Problems with the van, till who knows?
Attatched at the hip, its such a nice feeling.