I'm still good. But It's confusing. Bob Dylan was a good man. He had a lot to say. If he'd meet you like I had, he would have written a really awesome song about you. But it wouldn't have been very nice I don't think. You're so external. And I want to call you superficial, but I think it'd just hurt me more. I wish I was Bob Dylan. I could use that song right now. I feel like I've wasted a lot on you. You know? A lot of my heart. And a lot of my fingertips. And it all seems so useless now. You've remained so unaffected by it all. I did what I could though. It doesn't make it any easier. I don't even know what else to say. There's more, but the words don't hold much meaning. Not even to me. I'm not going to do this anymore. Of course, I've told myself that before, and look where I am now. I'll just keep living until Monday. Then we'll see where that takes us. Mondays aren't as bad as people think. It all depends on your attitude.

I'm still happy.

- posted by Jonathan@ 11:21 PM