January 9th, 2005

Here we are...2005. How weird is this? I can remember when it was 1999 and the new millileim was approaching and everyone was all up in arms over what will happen. Phil had to work on New Years Eve so he could be on guard watching that all went well in the car rental business. Right now it is almost 3am. I am obsessed with sleeping but after having done it a lot today, I find it hard to do. Phil is in bed. I will go there to listen to him snore. It is not a loud snore, not usually, but just heavy breathing that has a sloothing rhythm to it. Scuffy will snore too on the other side of me. I'm writing in a journal more than on line. I found some nice ones at the dolllar store. I love the dollar store. I bought 8 journals. I don't know what I will do with them but I had to have them. I'm working on my novel...rewriting what I have. Oh if dreams really could come true.