2000-05-27 - too early
it was 5:30 in the morning and she is being crazy again, talking to me as though i am there, having this imaginary argument when i'm only in the next room, so that i hear her yelling at this dream version of me. this dream version where i sit there and agree with her always. this is where insanity finds its roots.
she comes into the room and stares at me for vast lengths of time like i'm a painting or a bowl of fruit. i do not appreciate this, and i would stare back but that is a waste, and would lead to further consequences of the more fight-related kind.
