|
Last night, I dreamed about running into Brian C.. When I inquired after Damian (his son), a seemingly unending progession of children wandered up, announcing in various ways that they were his sons. I asked him if he'd reverted to his childhood Catholicism, to which he replied in the affirmative.
Right before waking, I remember thinking "how sad that all these formerly sensible people have turned to religion."
Normally, such a dull dream wouldn't be worth remembering (much less typing in here).
The odd thing about it is that my subconscious has no conceivable reason to be bringing up Brian C.. At most, he was some guy I dated for a few months way back in high school. The only time I'm even reminded of his existience is when Nick (for whom Brian C. was a landmark relationship) mentions him.
I wonder what's up with that.
I skipped the Reality DVD viewing party I was supposed to attend last night.
What can I say? I'm just not party people.
Trick and Deven have split up. For good, this time.
I have mixed feelings about this.
On the one hand, Trick and Deven were together longer than anyone I've known and they served as a kind of example for me in the marriage arena.
On the other, it seems like they've mostly been causing eachother pain for the last year or so. So the spilt is probably for the best.
It breaks my heart all the same.
My having a full time job hasn't helped our finances one bit. We're still perpetually negative in the checking account and have, once again, managed to bounce a check to the landlord. We still don't even have any damn food in the house.
I'm thinking of starting a Chuck Palahniuk cult.
|
2004-10-24
3:04 p.m.
|
abwhite
