Lovely.

Let's see what I did so far today....woke up. Went to that unspeakable place. Came home.

I hate that my house is so full of mirrors. You can't avoid that you look like shit when you look like shit in this house. Nor can avoid yourself. Its like a constant confrontation everday. Well, if that's how you feel. I mean, the rest of the family just walks by the mirrors like they're mirrors, which they are. But I swear, I duck and hide from the damn mirrors. Why are there so many? I was thinking about it in the car. And when I entered the house...a draft...mirrors...me. How did I get so low? I think the sun didn't come out, that's why I feel down. Did I mention that I'm one of those sun-no sun happy-sad people? I think I am. Seriously. Sun makes me happy. Its like the smile on my face. And that was like the corn in your cornbread. And that one was worse.

Oh at the Unspeakable Torturous Place (don't bring me to name it, please), we read some Bacon (the thinker/scientist, not the delight). And again, about Death. What's that...I'm starting to get freaked out. Everytime I'm not looking or if I'm not listening something about death pops on and suddenly I'm alert and paranoid. Stupid dream. I'm scared now. I really hope it means nothing. And maybe I'm stupid for putting this in here, in fact, yes, I am stupid, but dangit...its big. Even if its just something as trivial as superstition. But still. I'm a little freaked out. I want my mommy.

Oh and also, Happy Birthday to my cousin Antoine. 14 is a good year.