we were terrible at it
Written on 12 May 2004 at 7:21 a.m.

Last night I dreamed that we had a little baby boy and that we were the worst parents ever. We kept, like, leaving him in the other room for five or six hours and then being like, "Oh yeah! The baby!" And I couldn't nurse him. And we had no stuff at all, like no diapers or clothes or anything. And at one point we put earphones from a walkman on his little head and had him listen to Handel and then left the room. And Jason kept holding him like you hold a big kid, you know on your hip kind of? And no head support?

Sheesh.

Gotta go to class. I feel like going back to bed.

xoxoxo