15/11/2002 - 12:05 a.m.

Please don't spoil my day, I'm miles away.

I'm beginning to wonder whether today really happened or not. I am aware that there was a today, but I can't remember enough of it before the show to call it a real today. As soon as Threepenny starts, all days blur and become one. Is tomorrow really Friday?

Tomorrow I will finally get to go to No Shame again. It's been three long weeks of withdrawal and I'm going again. There's going to be a whole lotta people there, who actually know who I am. That'll be weird.

Aside from all of that, I have a lot of little bits of ideas. Though, dreams is really the better word for it. There are so many things that just pass through my mind, through my heart. I want to write them all, draw them, sing them, share them with someone. But nothing I can seem to do will let these thoughts out. Writing doesn't do justice, words don't come, pictures are marred and disproportionate. Who was it said "Hold fast to dreams," because they got it a little right. As soon as you let one out, it can never be the same as it was in your own foolish imagination.

I'm hungry and I'm tired, but I want to stay up and read and write. I'll fall asleep though. Hmmmm.