2004-05-05 - 9:33 p.m.
Feels like the first night of summer. Only May. Hmm.
Sticky heavy air, humid and wet and it's thick entering your lungs.
Wolfdog is changing, from an enemy to a protector at night, in my dreams. Always there, fighting for me. So I'm not done with him.
Or he's not done with me.
Either way, Cat keeps eating pastels and now he's all blocked up. Can you give a cat Ex-lax? Is that how you spell it?
Memories are pouring back, hitting me in waves. trust trust trust Men in my life.
Hmm.
