Feb 27, 2004 12:08
It's always some joyous occasion when I dream. Well tonight you got a double whammy. Two! Count 'em, two dreams. Summary of the two, the first one I was running away from getting killed, the second I was running around keeping in shape. Strange.
I would go into deeper detail, but I always forget them, so sucks for you guys.
I'm in the beginning stages of ripping apart my room. I'm remodeling next week, and it's going to be completely different. Taking the bookcase out and moving my desk there, painting, putting a new rug down, getting rid of that huge wobbly entertainment system and getting a nice sheik new one from glorious Ikea. Swedes man, they do business right. Kind of like the Colonel, except all that fuck is good for is chicken.
I literally just woke up so I'm rather strange at this particular moment in time.
I need to find a job. It just isn't happening. I just have to suck it up and take some shithole place, whatever..
I hope you know that last night was one of the best conversations I've ever had with you.
Koufax on Saturday, eh? Hell yes. Free, to boot. Sarah Lawrence college. Anyone got directions? I don't know that place at all.
Scattered. But you know you love me.