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Melancholy over with. Something about being in my childhood home that makes me start brooding again. I've been having lots of nightmares, picking up where all my childhood nightmares left off. I only have them when I'm sleeping in a certain bed. Same person, coming after me, trying to kill me. I got into a lucid state, luckily, towards the end. I heard a dog yelp, sounding like she'd been killed and finally came out of my fog long enough to rationalize that it was just Amelia outside barking, that I was having a dream, the same dream, and if I could just open my eyes, it would all be over and I'd be safe.
I shake so badly when I wake up I think I'm in an earthquake again.
I've spent the bulk of my time home eating. Went and celebrated Karen's birthday at Say Sushi. Tofu soup and the volcano roll, topped with the boss's "special sauce" - clam, octopus, flying fish roe and... mayonnaise! All heated up. Something about it simultaneously repulses and attracts me. It was delicious. I ate my first clam today, straight from the shell. I am making progress. Half the pictures in my camera right now are of meals I've eaten.
I am going to be a marathon caller tomorrow through Sunday. Last chance to call people for "free". As in, use up all my minutes. Canada is going to be hard for me. A dollar a minute! Two weeks without phone conversation, as much as I hate it, will be a tough one.
Plans for tomorrow: hit up the farmer's market and buy up amish goodies and send them off to the appropriate people. Gorge on Indian food (probably won't happen, I'll end up savoring a proper bagel instead) and then leave for NYC. From there, I think I'll leave Saturday night or Sunday morning (depending on how much of me Anna can tolerate) for Montreal. And then you won't hear from me until I get back to Portland ... approxiamately the 25th of September.
Also: Do you think the presence of my mother's ashes below my bed could be the reason for so many nightmares?
I shake so badly when I wake up I think I'm in an earthquake again.
I've spent the bulk of my time home eating. Went and celebrated Karen's birthday at Say Sushi. Tofu soup and the volcano roll, topped with the boss's "special sauce" - clam, octopus, flying fish roe and... mayonnaise! All heated up. Something about it simultaneously repulses and attracts me. It was delicious. I ate my first clam today, straight from the shell. I am making progress. Half the pictures in my camera right now are of meals I've eaten.
I am going to be a marathon caller tomorrow through Sunday. Last chance to call people for "free". As in, use up all my minutes. Canada is going to be hard for me. A dollar a minute! Two weeks without phone conversation, as much as I hate it, will be a tough one.
Plans for tomorrow: hit up the farmer's market and buy up amish goodies and send them off to the appropriate people. Gorge on Indian food (probably won't happen, I'll end up savoring a proper bagel instead) and then leave for NYC. From there, I think I'll leave Saturday night or Sunday morning (depending on how much of me Anna can tolerate) for Montreal. And then you won't hear from me until I get back to Portland ... approxiamately the 25th of September.
Also: Do you think the presence of my mother's ashes below my bed could be the reason for so many nightmares?