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Last night I dreamt that I was back in college, with a combination of my Emerson friends and various coworkers who are similar to me in age. They were all in groups, three of them total, and each group was presenting some sort of creative project to a large audience of older (well dressed?) people in a large auditorium. And I was in charge of the slide projector.
I woke up with a headache and a sadness that I haven't been able to shake all day.
On an unrelated note, I've decided that I'm moving to New York in September. If all goes well, I'll be living with Alden (my old boss from WERS), Evan (my friend since the womb), and another gentleman whose name I will withold pending notification of his current roomates. The Big City may or may not help me find a creative outlet to ease my desire for a sense of self worth, but it will definitely proide me with ample opportunities for exploration, and that will at least keep me busy in the meantime.
We'll see.
I woke up with a headache and a sadness that I haven't been able to shake all day.
On an unrelated note, I've decided that I'm moving to New York in September. If all goes well, I'll be living with Alden (my old boss from WERS), Evan (my friend since the womb), and another gentleman whose name I will withold pending notification of his current roomates. The Big City may or may not help me find a creative outlet to ease my desire for a sense of self worth, but it will definitely proide me with ample opportunities for exploration, and that will at least keep me busy in the meantime.
We'll see.