spending time with beth nelson and having a great time, only tinges of some kind of sadness, that make us remember /talk about when she was depressed or wasn't herself when we weren't talking or hanging out, but she is bubbly and excited and fully herself and it seems like a long time ago that we ever weren't friends, we are walking around on a path almost like we're walking through a forest but could be more like we were walking through boston at night and there was no one around.


****two nights ago***
long time with sara silk being v cool to me but we are hanging out, big emptyish marble buildings, something with hamsters seemingly being dead and looking like the stretch armstrong banana all stretched out and then kind of snapping back together and coming back to life