funny

laying in bed for over a half of an hour, fully expecting to have fallen asleep by now.
but for some reason my mind is racing, but not with worries necessarily,
racing with some of the funniest details of these past few days.
me and katie and jim and dwight and painful laughter.
a bird, in our house, living somewhere behind our pantry. we tried, we really did. still there.
seeing dave today, sober. a breath of fresh air. (not the funny part) i told him he looks like gregory house. good to see him laugh again. seeing him reminded me of the times when he wasn't sober, when he was more than not sober, he was violently angry, high, and yelling all kinds of profanities and curses at us. and daniel (aka danmike) would throw water balloons at him from our balcony. it's funny now.
and so are chelsea's pants.