i think i'm sick. i couldn't sleep last night. i kept hearing things outside. i had a strange dream that i was walking through ladd's addition with jared and andy, but one of the rose gardens wasn't there, instead there was a grassy mound, and a marsh of red grass stretching like a street into the distance.
yesterday was so hot, the way i like it.. i read my book at the red and black and on the porch. and in the evening when it was cooler i took a walk. when i got home, people were in the kitchen. and it was just sitting there, like it always is now. and i always say i won't do it anymore, but it's impossible to resist.
today i'm supposed to be in brannon and morgan's movie. i'm really bad at acting but i don't have to say anything, just walk in various places and drink a milkshake with morgan. i can probably do that. except my head hurts so much.
and all the rooms of the house made full of life-- they must be furnished, they must be filled with life.
[virginia woolf]