i just stepped outside for my first cigarette since i left los angeles on monday. the only good thing about not smoking for a few days is that first drag after the lay off. i discovered on christmas eve that the baby sis has joined the rank of puffers when i opened up the glove box in her car to find a pack of smokes. i gave her a little grief but decided against a hypocritical rant.
last nite i had a dream of hot flesh and streams of sweat. this was somewhat novel because my dreams are normally of conflict and involve chasing. i'll be roused from my sleep with aching feet and stiffness in my legs but this one left me with stiffness.... elsewhere. its pretty obvious to me why i had this dream because i've got a mean crush on someone that remains quite the mystery to me. the subject of my dream has an identity but her aloofness perplexes me to no end. i fear that she doesn't dig my flavor.
christmas home on the range is always nice but being at the parents' house is always so freaking boring. my boredom has been saved somewhat by the dsl line that my dad had put in and the dvd boxed set of the ken burns jazz documentary series that mom got me for christmas. hooray for mom!
i'd write more but i'm getting sleepy. i miss la and can't wait to get back. i'm stuck in va till sunday and a lack of self medcating has kicked my thinking into overdrive. compulsion reigns supreme and i end up talking so fast that it borders on incomprehension. i can only hope that my sleep will not torture me with the mirage of unrequited desire.
goodnight, moon.
last nite i had a dream of hot flesh and streams of sweat. this was somewhat novel because my dreams are normally of conflict and involve chasing. i'll be roused from my sleep with aching feet and stiffness in my legs but this one left me with stiffness.... elsewhere. its pretty obvious to me why i had this dream because i've got a mean crush on someone that remains quite the mystery to me. the subject of my dream has an identity but her aloofness perplexes me to no end. i fear that she doesn't dig my flavor.
christmas home on the range is always nice but being at the parents' house is always so freaking boring. my boredom has been saved somewhat by the dsl line that my dad had put in and the dvd boxed set of the ken burns jazz documentary series that mom got me for christmas. hooray for mom!
i'd write more but i'm getting sleepy. i miss la and can't wait to get back. i'm stuck in va till sunday and a lack of self medcating has kicked my thinking into overdrive. compulsion reigns supreme and i end up talking so fast that it borders on incomprehension. i can only hope that my sleep will not torture me with the mirage of unrequited desire.
goodnight, moon.
See you on new years eve.