8:51 Tuesday Morning   Confusion of Happinesses I dreamt that a boy who wasn't Caleb and I went to a thrift store and I bought a table for my room for 10 cents. It was a nice table. But I don't know why I wanted a table, I wanted one of the cool chairs. The boy drove me away. I woke up to mum telling me to look out the window at the western mountain range, because aren't the clouds spilling over it just beautiful? Yes, it was beautiful. I don't mind waking up because Mum or Dad wants to show me something of natural beauty, like the clouds, the moon, a meteor shower, that time Aurora Borealis came to visit us so far south... Because they are beautiful, and my parents want me to share that beauty with them. There are a few things left untouched. I guess technically the moon isn't untouched, but we haven't altered its beauty as far as I know. And I guess if you're a conspiracy Theorist, you don't believe the moon's been touched at all anyway. I cleaned my room yesterday. Caleb sent me an e-mail this morning. The first line was of how beautiful I am in my new fairy dress and he wishes he could see me in person. I wish I could model for him in person, too.