spit it out

I had a dream last night where there was a rhino on a stage, and a voice said: "The rhino is not concerned."

No, I don't know what it means. It doesn't disturb me in any way, it's just weird in that I can't not think about it way.

And I'm wrestling with issues of my own suckiness. I write, and when I send something away, and never hear a word after that, I don't know what to do.

I guess write some more and try to get better. I can't think of anything else that doesn't involve very dark things.

I'm starting to buy more Magic cards again. I guess the ideas are hitting.

And tonight, I go to the Slipknot concert. I'm looking forward to this. Jumping around to heavy metal is good for your soul when you've got self doubt.