Tuesday, September 29, 2009
They are tighter today. The same pair that have been tighter and tighter each week. No wonder. My upper stomach feels like a drum. It's all hard and stuff. Like I should knock on it. Also, last night I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and I were in love. He had driven across the country with my dad, Elly, and Cameron in a van to see me. He had herpes though, so I couldn't commit. I told Peter about this dream this morning and he seemed uninterested. Perhaps because I referred to him as Marky Mark.
Posted by Elka at 4:54 PM