236 miles away from the start

[threeplusfire]

The other night I dreamed I was with William Burroughs in New York City, meeting people for drinks and picking up prostitutes. No, I have no real explanation. It was an oddly pleasant dream. Lots of weird vivid dreams. I think I will have to start getting up early, because I seem to wake up at 8am anyway. Oh well.

Trying hard to get back on the exercising wheel. I fell off post Dragon*con. A couple weeks ago I went to the doctor and I was actually down a few pounds. I can't remember the last time I lost weight. I will be happier if I do and I won't feel guilty about my television watching if I try to limit it to exercise times.

I'm craving a very specific meal of scrambled eggs, buttered toast and hash browns. I don't have any of these things at home. Sigh.

It's Friday, I have the day off and I have no plans. I don't even know what to do with all this time. But I really have to step away from how angry and weepy the news has made me feel this week.

Comments

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

"The other night I dreamed I was with William Burroughs in New York City, meeting people for drinks and picking up prostitutes."

Throw in a couple of subway commuter robberies and that might in fact be your dream-date evening!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I knew someone here would appreciate this!

[mielikki.livejournal.com]

You know, all that stuff can be had at Cafe Java- want to go?

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Why do I not know where Cafe Java is? Whhhhhhhhhhhy? And yes.