I still have that sort of, flitty feeling in my stomach like a thousand butterflies are caged up somewhere inside my body... and everytime I speak everything sounds so jumpy... as if whatever I'm talking about is a horribly big deal... and it has to be said right away. And I keep thinking, maybe it does have to be said right away... because you never know what sweet thing will happen next. There has to be room for it... even if no one's around.. or someone isn`t around. There just has to be room somehow. There's still that hope just hanging there... even though it's almost 6:00 and nothing makes sense now... none of this probably makes any sense to you... but I just know something's there... but even so, I might be getting ready for a big let-down. i doesn`t particularly matter. I`ll simply be happy for the world. Heh. I was impressed... and it's funny. Pablo asked me what impresses me... if anyone ever had impressed me... and I responded I`d never been impressed, because I hadn't. Then just a few hours later it absolutely hit me hard. Just these, theories... and feelings that were so wonderful and inspiring... Oh I don`t know! I was impressed and jeez louise I`m happy! I don't feel taken advantage of any longer... and I`m just... saying what I feel. That someone actually cares about the things I do... and they don't just care about them because I do... that were were caring about them jointedly... but not aware... and I should have said this Saturday... and I should pick up the phone and give someone a ring, and... I should do so many things that I`m afraid to do but, this dream is just too surreal to smudge out.