Guess, go on, guess!

Daschel is spending the afternoon at a friend’s house, and I absolutely have no idea what to do with myself. I began to do some laundry then realized I must be totally insane, leaving the dryer half-folded in a pile on the floor.

I rented a movie, Little Black Book [yeah, so what?], but I hate watching movies by myself. Is that weird? It wasn’t that long ago that I lived alone, and I watched movies alone almost every day [or Sopranos or Six Feet Under], and I really enjoyed it.

Something has taken over, though, and some kind of isolation compounded with watching a movie alone makes me sad. Add to that strange dreams about meeting a person who reads my thoughts…I’m afraid to sleep and I’m sporting some really amazing circles under my eyes.

Have you ever been afraid of dreams you might have? I hope you read this because it’s the only way I can talk to you.

I also hope you actually download this song today, because I’m loving it like a soft had on my face in the cold.

Sunny Day Real Estate: Every Shining Time You Arrive