i hate mondays
stress stress stress. smoke smoke smoke. thank god that day is over. I woke up last night all of a sudden and River's face was inches away from mine. his eyes were open and he was softly growling. I'm pretty sure that had I not woken up he would have ripped my throat out. he probably would have somehow hidden my body and cleaned up any signs of our struggle as well. no one would have known what had happened. My housemates would have assumed that I had finally joined the circus and would sell all my stuff in a garage sale. I feel safe in saying that either River or I will not see the end of 2004. I will miss you all.