Written during the afternoon of Sunday, March 14th, 1999...
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Lately I've been waking up unsure of where I am. I can't tell up from down and I have this sneaking suspicion I don't live alone. Any sound I hear in the building brings back flooding memories of being in my family's home. It reminds me of how my bedroom used to be in the basement and I'd wake up late to the sounds of people moving about above me, eventually forcing me to get up from their ever increasing noise. Why is this happening now?
Why above all am I having such weird dreams? I remember from my dream that Elaine from Seinfeld lived down the street from me and for some reason I really hated her, so me and someone else decided we were going to do something mean... We went and threw celery all over her house. Worse yet was that we were almost caught, and Elaine knew we did it, but we did our best to cover it up. When she told my mother, my mom didn't buy it. "Why would my daughter throw celery at your home?" Of course, while she was inside talking to Mom telling her of my nefarious deeds I went out and slashed her car tires. Okay now... before you think I'm a psychopath I'd like to make a few points clear. Never have I thrown celery at someone nor have I ever slashed tires. I don't even watch Seinfeld that often. So it's not a personal dislike for the actress or whatever. It was just bizarre. So I'm having these strange dreams and waking up unsure of where I'm at. My life is confusing right now, but when isn't it? Maybe it was because I had a little bit to drink last night. No, I wasn't falling down drunk. Two mild drinks won't do that to you. I remembered to stop while I was ahead. Nevertheless, the alcohol probably played with my subconscious a bit. Well, I should end this entry and jump in the shower. I'm going out to a movie this afternoon and then to a coffeehouse to play some chess and lose miserably to this really nifty law student. He's funny and has pretty eyes. Nice way to spend a Sunday, eh? |