Last night was wonderful to say the least. I held my affliction and cured my addiction. Lovely night indeed. Went to Dani's. Said hello to the baby. We watched some television. Waited. Tom and Shawn finally came home. Got 'happy.' Realy happy. I was so happy I was rambling on like an informent. I don't really care anymore. I needed that break. That wonderful 'time-out' where I was doing the exact thing I wanted to do at the exact moment I wanted to do it. We sat for minutes talking and laughing. Talking and not laughing. Talking and not making sense. It was good though. It was sweet. Tom and Dani began to fight. They are both very ignorant and very angry. The baby is lost in the middle. I give up on trying to help. My advice falls on deaf ears that have already made up their mind. I can't change any of it, so I will no longer try. Why pretend? I've been thinking about the following since Friday: Keith. Pat, dude. That Mike guy. Wendy. The baby. Death. John dying. Out of body experiences. Sleep. Weed. Bacardi. Sarah. What I am going to do after graduation. Life. Nothing. Yes those are my thoughts and they have seeped over onto today as well. I am done for now.