2:22

I was smoking a cigarette outside and noticed the time was 2:22, so I decided to make a wish for whatever reason. I had been thinking about Randall, so I wished that I could communicate with him. As soon as I said that, my lighter flew off the table. It freaked me the fuck out.

I mean, yes he's my best friend and all, but that's still some crazy shit.

I think I still have some mourning to do, even though inquired incessantly about it already.

I also want to visit my cat's grave in the backyard now, but I'm a little creeped out about dead things at the moment. I feel like I'm being very prejudiced, though.