This is a journal entry

Today I meditated for one hundred and eight breaths.

Then I waited for my neighbor to leave.

Then I worked on the same song I've been working on the same song I've been working on for nearly a year.

Two thoughts have been dominating my mind for the past week.

1) Daniel Johnston and his art

2) A horoscope which reads as follows:

"I had a dream about my three closest Leo friends. In the dream, I was observing them as they wriggled out of cocoons that were hanging from a large tree that resembled a dinosaur skeleton. They were covered with feathers and their arms had turned into wings, though they still had human faces. Once they were free of the cocoons, they soared away. As I watched their ascent, my own arms began to transform into feathered wings. I felt that I, too, would soon be able to fly. Here's how I interpret the dream: You Leos are ready to take off, and your flights will serve as inspiring examples to other people."

Interestingly enough, I don't remember this exact text at all. I just remembered a basic message, which I now see to not be there. "Don't do anything. It will all work out fine."