Livejournal is pissing me off more and more. Never works. So ugly. Not really worth it. I'd move out completely, but I've got friends and journals that I'm devoted to...

Had a strange dream last night that was somewhere between a homemade horror movie and yet another episode of meeting a rockstar. An epic. I love my dreams.

I finally finished another Last Song chapter... [begin Daniel Johns imitation] CAN I GET A HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH? [end imitation] That's probably why I feel fab-o today, although it was just as discouraging searching for writing markets last night as completing a chapter was encouraging.

But I woke up, went to a therapy session, returned, and put on the brilliance that is Dahlia.

It felt like I was listening for the first time. Everything came through. Particularly the soul seen on your left. And that was it.