Well, now I’m twenty.

Having a blah day, it’s all gray, no fun… feeling a mix of apathy, dispair and laziness. I should have just gotten out of the house instead of moping around like I have.

I did read a really neat short story by Mike Resnick(out of my fathers gift to me.)

It was so good it almost made me cry. The title is, “For I have touched the Sky.”

Resnick is one of my most favorite authors.

My B-day started out great, with Boy, as midnight hit after we watched a classic werewolf flic titled “the howling.”

And I half-remember having a strange dream where I watched myself at age 10 kiss a rock-star, and then lead another friend away age ten. And I was myself, the one watching, tried to tell the rock-star that that was my first kiss, but he didn’t understand
because of all the wierd time-travel stuff. It was like I was traveling with him.



really really odd.