Last night was a good night. I stayed up till three watching this really thought-provoking and just plain perverted movie called The Dreamers. Not something you would want to watch with your parents. Gratuitous nudity, incest, French people. It's got it all. Anyway, I sat in the floor while watching for no other reason then I haven't sat in the floor for a very long time. There's something about siting on the floor that makes you very aware of your body. I like to lay on my stomach and feel the wood pressing into my ribs or maybe its the other way around. It's nice. Anyway, the movie was good and when it was over I couldn't sleep so I thought about when I would meet the love of my life and what the situation would be. I came up with three years from now in New York City on my way to the Met. It sounds awful romantic to me. I'll try my best to make it happen.