Drink to all that we have lost…
I feel a heavy weight inside me.
And I don’t like it. 
Today will be a good day; I feel it in my bones.
(That, and a chill.)
I watched a Robert Englund movie this morning, which is the absolute best way to fall asleep. Absolutely. 
I wish I could marry him. Not so much as a celebrity crush thing, but more of an ‘admire forever’ thing. (Kinda like I feel about Vincent Price, but I lack any lust for Vincent. Well, maybe there’s a little. :wink:)
I just want to have a 10 hour conversation with Mr. Englund about his philosophies, his acting, horror… That is one of my greatest wishes in life, and it has been since I was ten or eleven.
I feel obsessive and rambly. Ugh.
This song isn’t as good as I thought it would be.
Poor Theory of a Deadman.