This time my entry's about Lass.
For the past few weeks I've been plagued by spontaneous dreams about Lass ever since our friendship entered its silent desert. This is the third time its had her and the second time its been ONLY her. And it seems like each dream connects to something I was going to confront her about in real-time.
Today is Monday,
the day I hate.
It means another 5 days
until the weekend,
too long for me to anticipate.
Brother told me, once on friday,
once on saturday
the he'd be gone
Said he had to go away
but only for 3 days.
Corny'd watch over me,
So I was up at 2 yesterday morning,
pacing around and around and around my room.