Jul 02, 2004 22:03
Had a violent dream last night. I couldn't die, but he kept trying. Finally ended with a spine snap. Apparently that finished me, because I woke up; I would've stayed asleep if I was still alive, but you can't die in dreams.
Went hiking today, talked about blame and missing people and talking to strangers. I find that talking to [nearly] strangers about personal things is almost always easier than talking to the people one knows. Suppose that's because strangers can't assume things and have it matter.
An obsession with the opposite of one's weakest characteristic is the most common kind of obsession. [Think about it.]
[Gradually, delicately, you're beginning to disgust me.]
I miss the way Austin [the city] smells. [Yes, cities do have differing smells.] I'm looking forward to cookies & hugs.
Gail: "Don't slip on the rocks."
Me: "I promise you, if I do, it won't be on purpose."