eight minutes to sunrise. oh baby now what are we gonna do? it's been awhile since late night continuing into early morning talks. we used to have so many of those. i guess that would entail a "we" since staying up by yourself sucks. and i can't really talk to my computer much. even if we do make it to sunrise together more often than not. here's a sign of maturity...going to bed at a halfway decent hour because you realize that you can always talk tomorrow. halfway decent is still four in the morning, but it's a start. another sure sign of growing up is assing out at three thirty in the a m while someone is still talking to you. that's adulthood right there. a metaphor for philodendron. that was the title of a poem i read the other day. a philodendron is a plant apparently. and the poem's about growing. or something like that. plants, growing, sun. it's all working out. there's something to be said for unrationality sometimes. not often, but sometimes.