a thousand words

"I read once that the ancient Egyptians
had fifty words for sand
& the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for love,
but all that comes to mind is the way
you move against me while you sleep
& there are no words for that."
- Brian Andreas

So the past couples of days have been busy, strange, and wonderous.

The only thing I can really remember about Saturday, besides working my arse off, and hanging out with E and Dark, would be that night. I had the strangest dream. I was at a wedding reception at my old high school. Except KU was green and was shaped like an arabian castle...like Aladdin. It was weird. And I was in this huge, poofy, red dress. Half way through I figured out it was my wedding reception, except I couldn't find the groom anywhere. (Symbolic?) I could here is voice but couldn't find him. The voice was recognized though. Anyway, all my old friends from high school were there. And most of them told me they were pregnant.
It was really out there.

Sunday I only had to work four hours so for the rest of the day I did christmas shopping, eating, and going out with the fam to see the lights out at Willard. It was pretty.
I still don't like christmas.