oh man I love you guys and this last week has been crazy eventful, like I saw my grandfather's grave for the first time and I got proclamations of love of various colors and numerous quantities, but I've been working killa overtime to make up for the time I took off to go to Elyria, which is not a blue god but actually a small town of sunny lawns and old Victorian houses and kids on bicycles-- for example, right now I am wiped out from my amazing technocolor thirteen hour shift which is a long story about coffee.

so three small anecdotes and then I'm going to bed.

1) a ghost story. I spent saturday night at my aunt Garnette's and I slept in this bare white room with only a bed and two exercise machines and nothing on the walls. I sat in there for a few hours, cross-stitching & day-dreaming, then turned out the light and went to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and my whole body *hurt*, ached like I'd been beat with a broom handle in my sleep, and the room was filled with, like-- mist, but not wet, a white haze. I, pragmatic and eternally unwilling to freak out, thought perhaps I'd simply been sleeping wrong and that the fog was a trick of the faint light, despite the fact that the room hadn't looked like that when I'd turned out the light, before; so I just turned over and tried to go back to sleep; and this weird thing happened, as a lay there, where something would pop into my head and then I would feel a corresponding pain, like I see a bee buzzing around some sunny grass and there's a sting in my side, or I see a red ball being thrown through the air and then it collides with the side of my head. After about a half hour of that, I say, "fine, for fuck's sake," and go sleep on the couch in the living room.

2) hmm, nevermind about the anecdotes, I have to go to bed. But I did want to mention that this trip into the dusty corners of my gigantic extended family reminded me at every turn of a Dexcon, accept with crazy anecdotes instead of flirting and sleepy hugs instead of beer.

3) I have to remember to tell you about the "fight a fall" revelation, because it explains so much. This trip was actually full of revelations. But you know how obnoxious my revelations usually turn out, so I'm trying to form something more concise before displaying it to my loved ones.

till then, sleepy hugs, homie.

alestar
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"I'm kind of just going through what every other teenager goes through -- but with posters."
~ daniel radcliffe