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Falling asleep to cartoons.

I watched (500) Days of Summer with Brenna the other night. The film struck really close to home and I was glad to not be watching it alone, as the sis recommended I not do. I loved the visual appeal of the film as well as the content, it came with a touch of classy and left with a touch of ‘why does that always happen?’


I saw my counselor for the first time in probably two years yesterday. She seemed pleasantly happy to see me and, as always, our session ran long. The sleeping was moderately better last night, but even still, I think I have a long ways to go before finally being able to have a nice relaxing night’s rest.


I had a brief dream this morning of being in a diner that felt like it was in Georgetown (Seattle). I don’t remember what I ordered, but as I was getting ready to leave two men came in with freshly lit cigarettes which the waitress joked with them about on how under Washington law they had still yet to put up the no smoking sign. They walked over to the front door and put out their cigarettes in a small knee-high ashtray.


I’ve been debating running away to have an adventure before going to school. I would drive up to Canada and then drive down to Georgetown (California) and live with my Grandma before making it back to Montana for school. I’m not sure I’ll actually go through with this, but its been on my mind the past few days as an option.

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