Dreams and Mushrooms (June 30, 2007)

Current mood:bored

The last few days have been really kinda cool. I hung out with a guy I don't see very often at all. Some of you from the way back day may remember him as the hippie guy in the fucked up colored on pants that I called Bob. Well, he lives in Bloomington now, and that's where I have been for the last 2 days. It was kinda a spur of the moment thing. I'm glad I went though. I'd forgotten just how different I am now than I was then. For starters, there was no joking about anything sexual to me back then. I'd laugh or whatever, but it made me really uncomfortable. Hahahaha. And then there's me now. Yeah. I dunno. I'm more comfortable being me now. I guess.

Anyway, one of the things that had us laughing kind of alot was that back in the way back day, I lived with him and a few other pot-heads in this apartment here in town. Since I couldn't really bring in any money, I cooked and (mostly) cleaned up after these guys. And I was good at what I did. Well, we fell right back into the swing of things pretty fast, what with him messing around with his turn-tables and shit, and me cleaning like a fiend. It amused us. And he cooked us the best meal ever, I think. There were little baby steaks (not cooked to my liking, so those of you out there reading this, rest assured, they were done correctly and not charred like I like tham. Ugh.) that were surprisingly good, and mashed potatoes with home-made mushroom gravy (to DIE for!!!), and steamed peas and baby carrots. It was all SO good! I ate until I thought I was going to DIE.

I came home today. Wasn't feeling so great. I got shit for sleep.So I more or less talked to Keri for a few and then went to sleep. Poor Keri. Her back is KILLING her. I feel really bad for her because there isn't anything I can do about it. It bothers me when someone I love has a problem that I can't fix. (So for the record, imagine what a mess I usually am, dealing with the people I deal with. Heh...) I never know what to do or say around her when she's all in pain because about half the time, she just looks like the face of anguish, and half the time, she just looks pissed that her back is impairing her in her everyday life. I don't talk to her when she's pissed. Its just a bad idea. Hahaha.

Anyway. Sleep. I had the most fucked up dream. I don't remember all of it, but the parts I do remember are: Trent and I bought a boat. Like a big boat. and it was out on this loch, right? And Jason Walsh (who would never do this. Not to me :p) stole the boat one night. And we had to try to find it. I remember that the boat was yellow and white and it was number 74. And this part of the loch where we had had it moored was really bad, and there were like cut-throat boaters there and it was all creepy. And I remember Calling the boat police to look for it, but then we fond out that Jason Walsh had it and we had to bargain with him to get it back because the fuzz didn't believe us. So we tried to bargain with a boat that WE stole to get ours back and then someone stol BOTH boats while we were doing that. It was fucked UP. There were a few terrifying parts were I fell in the murky water and likely almost woke up screaming. (Water that I can't see through scares me. Just about as bad as the bottoms of boats scare me. Eeeek.)