i woke up at 1:00 this morning, dreaming about people singing a strange song. when i finally woke fully, i realized the song in my mind was to a very distinct whistling outside. someone was whistling a sad little tune outside of my house at 1:00 in the morning in probably single digit temperatures. i don't think i dreamt the whistling part, to be honest.
days have been very strange lately. i've had moments of total excitement and revitalization to be followed by extreme sadness. i had a breakdown at the bar last weekend. not too attractive...
rest in peace, evan. it breaks my heart to think i'll never run into you on the streets of bloomington again.
i have a lot of photos from christmas and knitting projects to post, but i think for now, i'll leave it at that.
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