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I had a dream last night, invovling a person I miss dearly, someone that maybe my dumb decisions made part with. I really can describe what it was about, other than reconnecting..I'm just not that great of a storyteller, and my dreams are rarely linear. I don't know what it means, other than as deeply cynical and mean, sorrowful I can get, it seems like I can never forget those feelings, not for her, and one or two others, people that to this breath I don't know if their departure was to my (or their benefit or what..)

I suppose it's just about getting on with things.Even as the summer season wanes, I still have a desire to get back to two things I've wanted to do all summer, but between committing to helping my sister out at her new home, grueling times at work, and my father's untimely hospital stay.I .couldn't seem to get any project off the ground.

The first is painting..which I haven't really done in ages, on account of I'm a lazy bastard, I work too much,, and to be honest, a lack of "spark". But I don't think a "spark", and by that I do mean inspiration [love], isjust gonna come anytime soon. So.. I'd just sooner get off my duff and at the very least, finish the one painting I started on two years ago. And seal my friends' painting, as well. It's been almost a year anyway!

The second is work on my lump..my bug, who has sat for a bout amonth now since my vacation..in which I had planned to come back to and work on.. But I didn't plan on over two weeks of driving back and forth to Johns Hopkins every evening to see my father in the hospital. Most everything I need parts-wise I have, I just need to knuckle down and do it. My luck, or craziness, i'll probably spend my slightly longer weekend at my sister's or Kurt's.

But I suppose it's just how I get along.