super!

i don't even bother calling my family anymore because i have nothing going on to tell them about.

i kind of feel like bashing my head against the wall, just to have something real to focus on.

i helped with the gardening for .5 seconds today and it felt grand.

i have postcards to write and letters too.

but it's all too much to write about, and i don't much feel like chronicling it right now, for fear it will stick that much longer in my head.

the nightmares are back, more colorful and violent than before.