silverfae9 | E. M. JS. Calloway, Esq.

Let's talk for a moment about the strange fucking things that have been happening in my sleep. The night before last I woke up after being asleep for a couple of hours and -vaulted- myself out of bed because I was convinced that it was the last place I wanted to be. I realized once I reached the door to my bedroom that, no, that's pretty silly and I should go back to bed. I did, uncomfortable about the whole thing. Not too long after the same thing happened. And again. And again.
Last night I only did it once, which may be because Jeff was there. (No, we don't live in sin, we just visit occasionally.) But you know...when I go to bed, I prefer to stay there. I am beginning to tire of Strange Shit Happening in my Sleep.

Kelly is cleaning out her closet, and passed several shirts along to me. As much as I may not enjoy the woman, who am I to turn down half a dozen really cute Michael Stars shirts? She may not have her life together, but she sure has her fashion together. And there are very few of my principals that extend as far as clothes.

I got a letter from Jessica today, who is moving to -Alaska- this summer. I can almost forgive her a year of no contact for such news. If anyone was wondering whether or not I'm the only one of my closest friends given to extreme decisions, the answer is evidently no. Alaska. But she's doing it for love, and we all know that I'm all for doing things in the name of love and high adventure, so hurrah for her.