I had a lot of fun last night.

Don’t, under any circumstances, eat corn tortillas while looking at the picture of mexico on your desktop.

My bed taunts me. It is calling me to lay on it and close my eyes and drift off to far away lands. But I can’t reach it. It needs sheets. I hear it again. It is calling my name. With fancy titles and sweet whispers. My shoulders long to be held in its warm embrace, to feel it supporting me and easing my worries away. When I am with it, tomorrow seems further away, but is now a step closer than it ever was. My feet desire to be freed from their bindings and relieved of their burden. To walk in a land free, without a care or master. My eyes long to lose their sight for an season of rest, to see without seeing. The cuts on my hands are aching for the time were they get the attention they need, to be lavished on by no one. I leave you now, I need to go and pack for my journey, I shall return soon. If I don’t, don’t miss me or long for me, I have simply found a place on my journey that I don’t want to leave. I leave you now, I bid you all a very fond farewell.

So tonight I went to the haunted house again. This time with Kim and Kim’s friend Jen. I almost died in the pitch black maze part. Jen had one arm, Kim had the other and  they both wanted to go seperate directions. Through me. I was being pushed over. But I did have fun, they screamed at everything. I laughed at them screaming.
It is actually are really good haunted house for being put on by the 4H. It cost 5 dollars to get in, I would pay 4, but it is for a good cause. My fragmented sentences have run out, I shall stop talking…