But it wasn't. Up until now atleast, it's been on of the best nights I've had in this wretched room. I got to watch "Battlestar Galactica" in the lounge, had a couple conversations with people I'd grown distant with, and had one of the best AIM chats of my life with Darren. Got a lot down for our screenplay, and made considerable progress just thinking about life. I managed to seep away into my own little plane of existence. It was one of those rare times where I've really felt like I closed that digital gap and really communicated. On a whim, I also wrote a poem:

Close your eyes, go to sleep,
Into quiet darkness seep.

Peace at last for weary head,
Climbing softly into bed.

From bitter world to peaceful dreams,
Where love is real and magic teems.

And freedom flows through lucent streams.