I couldn't sleep. My brain was plaquing me wheit stuff about James and Bill.

I dreamed of trains. James loves trains.
I dreamed that it was Sunday morning just after mass in Opry Mills and there were alot of black people all over the place. Bill thought I was black by the way I IMed, and both like to shop.

Man, I always feel like this after an arguement or some kind of conflict I can't deal with. I have such a high guilt factor. I hate not having anyone to turn to at times like this. Damn it! Chris! Why did I lose contact with you after graduation!? I need to talk to you right now!