wierd dreams last night. i lay awake watching him sleep. everytime i touch him he wakes up. and grabs a hand to a halt. sometimes i feel worthless in these feeble attempts. the secrete is that i shouldnt have to attempt anything at all. these things should be natural and well adjusted. i must remember that people rarely get what they deserve, and when we do we rarely apprechiate it. lovely tuesday lovely october the lack of leaves on trees makes me sadder than it should. sad s a d ugh.