So last night I went and had a late dinner with
philoticjaney and another friend from work. I ate a delicious wrap with sauteed onions and roast beef and provolone cheese. mmmm. . . my poor, overly sensitive digestive tract.
That, combined with arty drama and visually intense, carefully crafted shots (Garden State was an amazing cinematic masterpiece) makes me have odd dreams about large complexes, leftovers of big parties with pool furniture thrown into the pool itself, older women, and people not living where they're supposed to live.
Lots of this dream involved my walking barefoot through the rubble and mess of the aforementioned party. . .. broken plastic shards and rocks and gravel and furniture.
....the more I think about it, the odder it seems. i'm going in to work now.