Can't sleep, and my nighttime numbers have been terrible. The new med is time-release, and I think it doesn't stay in my system overnight.
I have not had any dreams of Dana. I have had two dreams of my late parakeet dying. Two nights in a row - last night, and one just a half hour ago. In dreams past, Dana has been represented by parakeets, usually caged by someone. So, though it may be foolish, I'm responding to that: Dana, I love you. I do not know what the problem is, or whether there is one at all. I can't know if you don't tell me. I'm looking for some reason to believe in you still. Give me a reason to forgive you. Talk to me, anything at all. Just open the door, figure the rest out later. Baby, it's in your hands. It is.
(unhappy, worried)
I am going to order the Milliput delivered, the grade I need always sells out faster than I can grab it at the shop. Per drawing, I keep looking at Dana's hair and I think I see a way forward on her portrait. There might be some pics of her in whatever yearbooks I have, but it's not the past I'm looking for.
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