I tend to jump to conclusions. Ideas start running through my head and my active imagination takes flight. Soon those wild ideas mutate and I start believing them. I'm superstitious. I wish on stars, faeries floating in the wind, and my necklace, when the clasp hangs next to the pendant. I'm a little obessesive about Murphy's Law. When I think everything is going so well, things go bad. That's life...Never underestimate it, or it'll will come up behind you and make you jump.

I'm so sleepy. I should go to bed. I watched absoultely nothing on TV for a couple hours, then when a program I liked came on, I switched the machine off, because it was getting late. Then I dcided to write in here before sleeping, beause my head is all tangled up inside. I'm not making much sense.

It's so starnge how my writing changes according to how much I feel like sharing. Earlier I just rambled on and on and hardly any of my mind fell on to the screen. Now, with my tired eyes aching to sleep, I feel like my mind is being pulled out by the keys and plastered on to the screen.

Time for bed. Sleep well, Dearest.