Pregnant pause

Last night I slept in a real bed and had crappy, depressing realistic dreams. Friday night I slept on my floor and had the most wonderful and weird realistic dreams ever.

Today I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I thought it was beautiful. It made me realize that even if I was bold enough to go through with such a procedure, I know I’d cheat and save one memory, and I know exactly what the memory would be.

After the movie, Ryan and I went to Staples and he bought me a box of pens and a daily planner. In the back, under “Future Planning,” I wrote Try not to fuck up too much.

I feel good.