I dream of coconuts that crack open to reveal tiny dinosaurs with amber eyes and tiny dagger teeth.

Title is taken from an old correspondance between myself and a friend. I unearthed it in my inbox a short time ago. I have no idea what I was talking about.

Home from a day that seemed like cheating and at long last holding my sheet music for the band I wasn't sure I was in, I decided to look over said music in preparation for rehearsal tomorrow -- a rehearsal for which the majority of my fellows, who played said music all summer, are vastly better prepared. Three are okay, but the other two pieces look like hell on a staff. One in particular. I can't play the first line. I can't play the first note.

My strategy for tomorrow? Hope no one asks me to play it.

But before this occurred, a strange encounter made me halt in my progress toward my attic dwelling.

Passing Jenna's house, an unexpected motion caught my eye. I say this although I do not remember any unexpected motion, so perhaps an unexpected presence caught my soul. However it was, I found myself looking down to the base of her tree, where I spotted a tiny pair of eyes and a thin, silver tail. A squirrel the size of my fist was sitting in the grass, eating a tomato.

I was worried about him or her, squirrel being so small, but she or he managed to climb up the tree in the time it took me to go home and get peanuts. She or he also didn't seem interested in the peanuts. Jenna, I think you should keep an eye open for squirrel, just in case.

And so I draw my post to an end. The english in this one is often bizarre.

Haze.