June 8, 2006

Last night I had a dream that I was meeting my mom to go see a movie. In Toronto no less, but when I arrived in the city I realized we hadn't said which theatre, or even which movie, or what time.

But luckily I had my cellphone with me, so I could just call her and make arrangements.

Until I realized that I didn't know her cellphone number and she didn't mine, and so really I had no way to get in touch with her at all.

I went to the theatre anyways, and hung out in the lobby, hoping I had picked the right one.

I woke up this morning and didn't feel so hot but hadn't managed to put it all together until just now, when the Decemberists came on the itunes. Damn you itunes you're better than any therapy.

Losing a parent early is like having a knife thrower behind you at all times, and you don't know when he's going to strike.

Okay now that's that's been dealt with, I guess I can stop acting like such a whiner and get to work.

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