knotty

i'm really digging this going to bed on time thing. it's awesome.

my house is covered in very sharp icicles. sometimes i wonder if one might fall when i'm right underneath it, that would not be good.

my dad took me out for dinner tonight. it'd been a while since i saw him. i like my dad, we talked about books and foreign films. i couldn't help but notice how similar his fingers are to mine. sometimes it's like i was adopted and am surprised to discover that i have the same physical traits as someone else.

it seems to me that bad news provides more fuel for conversation that good news. sometimes good news is a conversation killer. that's probably why newspapers are filled with tragedy and scandal. not because there's more bad in the world than good, but because there's just nothing to say about good things. it's kind of sad really.

we're not the same, dear, as we used to be.