last night i had a nightmare that woke me up yelling and shaking; it was about something being ripped off my back, which might've been bedsheets in real life. then i went back to sleep and had a second dream of living in an old, precarious building on a high floor. i had to crawl underneath staircases and up ladders to get to my place, so high that by the time i was going upstairs, i was crawling on the stairs and scared to death of falling. i had a roommate (an irishman that i work with, who turned 29 last friday and has a restauranteur girlfriend) who was leading me across a grand antique-filled room, and somehow i accidentally walked across a huge inkblotter on the floor. there was a tenant who lived downstairs from me who was always weeping, and he looked at me through swollen eyes as though i caused it and wouldn't speak to me when i asked him what was wrong. when i wake up after having dreams like that, i wonder if my eyes are still moving around rapidly when they first open.
pacing the aisles at the grocery store, i accidentally bump into an old lady. she says, "why don't you bang me a little harder next time?" and as she's walking out, says to another shopper, "they look so civilized, y'know?"
you gotta at least give credit to new yorkers who aren't wallowing in kindness-inducing grief.
the get up kids are the only band that i started listening to because i kept seeing their name as a keyword on ebay.
posted February 25, 2002 in delivery.