today

I met a lady that sat in the audience where JK Rowling first said that Dumbeldor was gay. She wanted to know if half a witch would cost the same as a whole witch. And then showed me a picture she carries around of the pumpkin she carved. I liked her.

tonight I thought I wanted to go out and sit in one of the best lit bars in Phx and talk with an old friend. But now I'm just ready to go to bed. But I'd still like to talk to him, someday soon.

I'm still wondering what's going to happen in life.

My dad said some really good stuff to me the other day. He's an amazing man.

I can't stop listening to two slow, sad songs. Maybe if I listen to them enough, they will resolve themselves and there might be a happy ending.