had a great vampire dream.

my cold is receeding into memory, although the snuffly sounds of a mucoidal dog remain. wonder constantly if i'm drooling.

i have this body pillow named tim, and sometimes i have a hard time unclutching him in the middle of the night when i flip over. i end up with the pillow on top of me, erasing me from a perspective, and no matter how uncomfortable it is, i will not release him.

faux pas: i'm wearing brown shoes with a black skirt. somehow i don't think any one will notice.

observation: i'm only reading books about crazy people.