Toby and I have been talking and talking and talking. We have been losing sleep and doing some more talking. Last night, we had one of our better, more productive chats from 2 a.m. until 5:50 a.m. after my waking up from dreaming about a bunch of barren landscapes holding hints of lonely. I met him at awake and so we talked. Toby makes me laugh. There is nothing that will stop that from happening. Ever. We can laugh no matter where we live. (It’s the little things, ultimately).

After the dreams I had last night I reread this post. And thought, maybe I’m better at imagining situations rather than making them happen. Maybe I just tend to over-think everything.

I’m so tired today. I’m running slower than usual. And I have classes to teach.

P.S. Forgive me for sounding like such a spinning banshee yesterday. I think I was just freaking out. That’s the problem with a personal web site, you tend to broadcast shit before you’re ready.