Sometimes I'm pathetic

I love you.

And I hate modern comedy romances, especially in the theater with my mother telling me which guys she thinks are hot and no possible escape. But somehow it gave me a wonderful feeling. The headache I have right now isn't included, nor is the immense feeling of fatigue I have as I struggle to keep my eyelids from slipping down and my brain's constant shutting down and starting up again. Lots of thoughts are fading in and out like a dream and a movie but ones of them stays clear. It's probably got something to do with this night. It's dark, dark, dark peace. I've just seen a stupid movie about people who think they have a problem and over exaggerate everything. It's 12:30 AM. I saw Indy play songs like Wonderwall and Nothing Better by The Postal Service and this really really beautiful version of I Miss You by Incubus. This stuff doesn't seem to add up to anything but if it counts as some important backround information to explain whatever it is I'm going to say then here it is. Right now I feel a wave of nausea sweep over me. But that's okay. I want to love you. And that's okay too. I think sucky movies really bring out such lovely feelings once they are over. You start thinking about how much you wish that that color hearing person would come take you by the hand to walky places and lead you to a wheat field so you can drink cider and search for bread pudding in complete contentedness.

Thank you Jesus.