(diaryland) March 09, 2005 - 2:50 p.m.

My parents' cat and my parent's mother are both probably going to die this week. It makes me sad in my heart.

I can sleep through roaring trains now. It's easy when you practice. There's only one problem, which is if I have to get up to piss at any stage in the morning, I will never be able to get back to sleep again. I haven't mastered that subgenre yet. I'm OK to sleep through apocalyptic noises; just not drifting off while they leap up on me.

A few days ago, Roland and I sprayed seeds onto the garden. Maybe some flowers will grow.