tuesday morning.

i'm in that weird meditative state, mind brewing over a morning cup of coffee, trying to grasp at the threads of dreams blowing in the wind.  i think i met you, jon, in my dreams last night but i can't be sure.  all i know is that i'm waking up this morning and i've got that unstoppable urge to listen to wilco.  this is not a bad feeling, it's something that attacks me every once in a while.  reflecting on you and missing you.  but just talking, and just being your friend.  yeah i've got that little part in my heart that will always belong to you, but it's been idle for a while now and i think it will remain so.  so long as it's there though, i am okay.  i like having it there.

i was going to write something, but i figure this is one of those times when i shouldn't write it here.  some things just need to be reserved for more private journals.