May 3rd, 2004

Reaching

Showing up

Dana was in my dream last night, though only over the phone. Amid the usual randomness of dream logic, she cried to me from her heart and I comforted her. This morning it didn't take long to realize why she was in my dream, what she represented. I'm glad she was there.

Most of the workday was akin to hacking through undergrowth with a machete—tried to plow forward motivated by the fact that anything I accomplished would be one less thing for the rest of the week, regardless of my lack of focus. Yeah, that's boring. That's why I want a job with a shoulder holster.

I'm in for the night, shades drawn and dinner in the oven.
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Go you!

Thumpity

The people upstairs from me have a bulldog they like to play with and chase around. The resulting racket is most elephant herdesque. Even so, it's far from constant and better than hearing the previous upstairs neighbors have sex (actually, I only heard him having sex, which made it all the creepier). Besides, life is far too precious and short—let them play.
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