dreams of the sea, caught way inland . . .
A journal of my dreams.
11/17/2003
 
The sky right now is a gorgeous lavender, fading to pink, then a darker mauve. If I were smart, I would get off of my ass right now and take a picture. Though my shitty digicam couldn't possibly capture the beauty of it. I did just tell Joel to go have a look. I wonder if he can see the same sliver I see from my bedroom window, obstructed by bare oak and maple trees and a thick black power line.
I have yet to be successful at activating my external CD burner. It makes me feel sad and inferior. All I want is to be able to burn CDs, damn it. But I suck with computer hardware. It's funny that people think I should be good with it, because I type code. It doesn't work that way, believe it or not. I can weed out bugs from applications, but when it comes to ports and screws and cards and hardware installations, I sneeze on it.
 
Adam's coming back this evening to watch wrestling with me. He thinks he'll quit his job tonight.
I fade away, into oblivionOn his couch, he snuggled his head into my shoulder, wrapped his warm hand around mine, and sang this to me softly.
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