It's snowing. I can't believe its snowing right now. I couldn't believe it when I got up this morning and I still can't. Yesterday was so ... well yesterday. All nice and sunny. Warm. And I open my eyes this morning ... turn my head to the window and see dust outside. Falling dust. White fallling dust. It picked up a while after and started really coming down. Its always so pretty though. Like I'm inside and outside a snowglobe. I like standing at the window. Just standing and watching it fall. Sometimes I press my nose against the glass and it sorta feels like I'm the one floating. Floating with them .... against them ... just floating.

I thought my headache was gone but .... no. Ricky and I had a good talk last night about eveything that happened on Saturday night.

Why are some people such assholes? What's the deal with getting pleasure out of seeing people suffer? I don't know who that asshole was Saturday night and I don't think I really care either. Y'know what? I don't even feel like going into that. I did tell Ricky that he shouldn't let people like that get to him. They're not even worth it.

I had a weird dream last night. I don't remember anything about it really. I just woke up with what I call 'dream residue'. The traces are there and you know it happened. You just can't remember what happened. I got up when my alarm went off. I thought Richie would've dropped by. Its after 12 now. I don't think he's coming. Plus its snowing even harder now. I mean ... he didn't call and say he was coming by ... but it's his place. He could drop by any time he wants to. I may not like it ... but I can't do anything about it.

I still feel my headache slightly and I actually wanted to pull the covers back over my head but .... couldn't. I haven't done much. Played around in Photoshop. Re-designed my fake diary. I've been on this designing binge since I did my new layout. Its giving me ideas for my portfolio but somehow I'm not ready to actually work on it.