At the late night, double feature, picture show

I hate the feeling when you have a song in mind, but can only remember scant few words of it but no tune, so that there's no way of figuring out what it is, and the words remind you of other songs, so you get those stuck in your head and it's even more difficult to remember the song that you really want. Because that's happening right now. All I can remember from the song is a sentence that ends with "...I didn't like that."

I burned my finger on a toaster oven. I'm really hungry. Probably haven't eaten in about 18 hours.

I've been misspelling words a lot, but not really misspelling them, more like mistyping them. It's like my brain and my fingers have lost a connection somehow. I know what I want to type, but that's not the words that come out. They'll be real words, just not the ones that I need.

I've decided recently that I don't care anymore. I'm going to do what makes me happy, regardless of what anyone else wants me to. Well, except for Carl. I still care about what he thinks, and he already puts up with a lot of crazy things from me.

I'm at peace right now. I'm happy, but not overly so, and I'm not sad or angry really. Sort of frustrated at certain things, but not really angry. I hope it stays this way because even I'm tired of that roller coaster.

The show was great, but I have a sneaking suspicion that something was up with Chelsea, which I'm sure I'll find out about later. She's got a lot of homework to do tomorrow, so I don't expect to hear from her right away though. My forehead is still red, and I have an abundant lack of objects from the upper torso area (a joke that only two of you will get, and you won't get it in the same way), and a bag of rice that I went through the process of sneaking in and never using.

I miss you.