TGI . . . well, S now
Oct. 2nd, 2004 02:00 pmDon't you hate those weeks where you work SO MUCH? It's lonely and tiring, man.
However, my buddy D was in town this week and we had dinner last night at this great little place in the E Village called Miss Williamsburg which I highly recommend. And then he gave me the CD's I had chosen from his gratis closet, which were too much to get into my bag but which he nicely carried on the plane with him. It's so wonderful, to be around people and just feel so loved, isn't it? Anyway, this was my haul:
( 31 Flavours. Some old, some new, all mine, no blues )
I talked to
weatherby last night while she was drunk, and then I had this dream that I was friends with Michael Ian Black and he was telling me how concerned he was about my weight and that I really should get slimmer. Which, I mean, I want to get slimmer and am back on the good food wagon, but I have no idea why I had this dream. I think it had to do with other changes I have to make. Which, you know, I'm making. I also have this weird tendency to, when I dream of my friends, have celebrities "playing" them in my dreams. Michael J. Fox played C in my dreams for years. But I'm not sure that MIB = Rach, at least, not yet.
However, my buddy D was in town this week and we had dinner last night at this great little place in the E Village called Miss Williamsburg which I highly recommend. And then he gave me the CD's I had chosen from his gratis closet, which were too much to get into my bag but which he nicely carried on the plane with him. It's so wonderful, to be around people and just feel so loved, isn't it? Anyway, this was my haul:
( 31 Flavours. Some old, some new, all mine, no blues )
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