i never thought i was a sucker for pick-up lines. now i'm beginning to have second thoughts. i had a dream last night that must have been good because i slept through the night for the first time in probably two weeks. two gut-twisting, merciless weeks. but this morning, i woke up staring out my one window at the 6am sky and felt like i had been cuddling for six hours. these days, all i feel like doing is cuddling, and i feel like i'm rarely a brat when it comes to my cuddling privileges. even when i had an extended opportunity, i didn't get to do it enough.

"if time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be the greatest prodigality.... lost time is never found again; and what we call time enough, always proves little enough..." -ben franklin

i'm getting more and more restless, and lately more heartless, about the whole situation. i don't know if it's a dish of bad karma when i have a whole night's dream of pick-up lines, and then wake up wishing i hadn't. but i guess i shouldn't complain. i woke up happy and it's currently 1:34 pm. i'm having a good day, for no particular reason. i still wish i had a reason. i have a couple of reasons in mind but i can't say because i shouldn't have to.

and i really want to make out right now.