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My head's a mess today. Last night I took Nate out on the town. I was all amped up to show him something touristy yet original, so I was going to pick him up at work on Wall street, drop by Serendipity and leave our names, get a pretty look at the city via the Roosevelt Island tram, have dinner at Serendipity, walk through Times Square, and have cocktails at a swanky lounge nearby. Of course I got turned around finding his office on Wall street, ended up in front on the WTC, had a panic attack, got wait-listed for 2 HOURS at Serendipity, found out the tram is boring, the view isn't spectacular, and the car is NOT air-conditioned, and had to put Nate on a subway right after dinner due to the heat and lateness. Boo. And I was so WIERD the whole night. I was really obnoxious- telling stories constantly like I was at amateur stand-up night, being loud, and big and stupid. I really don't know what got into me.
Then last night I had a dream that my friend Mia slept with Aussie. They both thought it was ok and were really aghast at my reaction. I kept "waking up" within the dream and reassuring myself that it had been a dream, and then realizing it wasn't. Finally, I found Mia, and when she tried to tell me that none of this mattered next to true love, I went off. The hysterical words I screamed at her within my dream have been echoing in my head ever since I woke up:
"Love is a placebo pill. Any correlation between happiness and love is completely accidental. Love is the smell of cookies baking in the oven, and there are no cookies. The oven's not even on! The smell is an aerosol air freshener. It's a lie. It's a sham."
Then last night I had a dream that my friend Mia slept with Aussie. They both thought it was ok and were really aghast at my reaction. I kept "waking up" within the dream and reassuring myself that it had been a dream, and then realizing it wasn't. Finally, I found Mia, and when she tried to tell me that none of this mattered next to true love, I went off. The hysterical words I screamed at her within my dream have been echoing in my head ever since I woke up:
"Love is a placebo pill. Any correlation between happiness and love is completely accidental. Love is the smell of cookies baking in the oven, and there are no cookies. The oven's not even on! The smell is an aerosol air freshener. It's a lie. It's a sham."