i had a dream last night that among other things, andrew had completely gotten over the fact that i regularly make sacrifices of live bugs to my pet spiders. tt seems to stand out cos it was the last segment of dream so i remember it well and also because it was the most surprising.

i feel like shit. i wonder if having anorexia or bulimia feesl like this. or is this the feelign pple get when they're dying of cancer or aids and their body is just dying from inside out?

dinner time. the thought alone makes me nauseous.