i had this dream that i knocked some ugly chick up. i was very grateful when i woke-up to realize it was not true. i can’t really describe the source of thanks; it comes from somewhere inside me that i don’t get access to every day. a good girl loves me. i can’t will up the emotion to support the depth of my words but i know i will feel it; it will catch me off-guard. i put this quote on my home page and it seems so true that i’m almost caught off-guard. “Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.” wow, wow, wow. i was thinking as i walked to work that it isn’t this diary, as accepting as it is, that matters if i’m thankful. i hope, i wish, i dream, i pray – that my girl knows how grateful i am. grateful for her. oops, caught off-guard, i weep.