Thursday, September 02, 2004
I don't like sleeping under blankets anymore, apparently. I always start the night on top of my starry night fleece and under my Cedarville sweatshirt blanket. In the morning, everything is crumpled and, in fact, this morning the sweatshirt blanket has disappeared. Vanished into the night.
And, for real, my room isn't really even that messy.
My mind and my heart, however, are feeling extremely cluttered.
. celebrate . `@ 8:58 AM