Ahoy! Not much tonight. I have a little homework I've got to do, otherwise it's turning out to be quiet. The room smells like popcorn because Chris made some, lol. Oh! On Tuesday I wrote a short poem when I had some sudden inspiration. It's about dreams; nightmares specifically. The third stanza might not make as much diamond cut sense as the first two, but maybe that's the point. Plus the rhyming is different, and other things. Anyhoo: In our dreams sometimes we scream, out of fear of some "scary" near. It is not wrong nor does it last long, but all the same it's "real," and the terror we can feel. But know this: of that we "see" must somehow be real, no lie. So rest easy my friend, for what is real can bleed and die. So that's it. Thought it was kinda cool - what I meant by the end is that such nightmares can be beaten down and cast away, thus having no more nightmares of that certain one. It is possible, I've learned to do it! I'm a college bum. I'm hungry.