erm, things are good. the party is one week from tomorrow. if i havnt invited you yet, you should come. this is your official invite. two months and one day. and counting. i want a smoke. i'm always tired these days. and when i sleep, i have the most bizarre dreams. we bought an old house with cracks in the walls and vines growing through, over the walls. there were insects all over. there was a big beautiful butterfly that landed on my hand, and i carried it around. and there was a web with venemous spiders living in it on my stomach. the backyard was extremely rundown. the deck was rotting to pieces. the well was in pretty good shape, except for the fact that on closer inspection it was a bowl that went only 2 feet deep or so. and all the rocks had moss on them, and the grass was overgrown with wildflowers. something about that house repulsed me in the dream. until id lived there for a few days.