I really had intended to go out again today, but it didn't happen.
Instead, I am here in my room, typing, and eating ridiculous(ly wonderful) amounts of watermelon. If I was god, the watermelon would grow year round.
And I love melons, because I love looking at them, and thinking that they're just enormous berries. They make me feel like a faerie. Blueberries and strawberries must seem huge to bird-sized creatures.
I don't remember my dream last night, thank whoever, but I only got maybe 5 hours of sleep. And I only remember one person from the one part of the dream that I do remember: W. He turned around and said something utterly forgotten to sub-conscious realms.
okay, back to my watermelon.