not sure what my point is

there are lots and lots of things that i have hated myself for, but being somewhat insane was never one of them.

i ate hippie potato chips for dinner.

i have been dreaming a lot which means sleeping too much...i guess the fish was right, life's much more interesting in my head. riding the bus to work this morning (late as usual) i finally understood how the end of that book might actually have been less of a cop out and just more of an...acceptance? with the most recent appearance of the pink lady, i'm starting to wonder if i had the whole thing wrong...perhaps fate's version of a red herring, my favorite literary device.

talking to ourselves out loud in public, indeed.