you'll be on the couch next year

[thejunipertree]

My hair is clean, bangs cut freshly short and proper. The last vestiges of my fever are drifting away. Though my continual retyping of words is more then enough evidence that it's still a bit here.

It snowed yesterday, strangely enough. And I, wrapped in my sleep sick, never even knew until about four in the evening. I woke up, went to the kitchen for ice water, and happened to glance out the window.

Snow. On the asphalt and covering the cars. I was thrown back and left dumb. And my mind reeled at the idea of it all. Snow in April? Okay. I grin and go back to bed, thinking it all a product of my fever ridden mind.

In my dreams, I turned away. Over and over and over again.
You never wanted me. Not really.
I did, but you never saw. Your eyes were shut and they still are.

For anyone who may be of the mind to care: Thursday April 10th at 1:35 am, my friend Michael's band, Stellastarr*, will be playing on Last Call with Carson Daly. Technically, 1:35 Friday morning. But you know what I mean, yes?

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No, you've never met him.
He's my own personal little rockstar friend. :D