one of the loneliest sequence of events that may occur in our lives as humans is when you get to be with the person you love most dearly, and you are happy together. and then you wake up and realize it was all just a dream.
this is reality; me alone. forever, probably. far away and ignored by my sweet, inky darling.
i have dreamed of my charming butterfly person again. it was really fun and i am very much undecided whether to write it here or not. maybe not. since i am a bit lazy and totally unwilling this evening.
50% percent of this day have been spent in bed.
and while i do not have anything else to say, let me just put in another drawing forgot to insert in my entry last night.