spilling over
Mar. 7th, 2001 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireI get up in the morning and it is still there. Still the pain I don't know what to do with. I'm going to see a friend today, someone who can perhaps give me some advice. How ironic that the same pain is what is finally bringing my mother and I closer.
please I never wanted this I never wanted to be this pain for you god I'm so sorry
Dreaming last night, half remembered bits of the day's conversation. I ran into Professor L. in the basement of Calhoun, and he was complaining about all the work the university was giving him that had nothing to do with teaching or his writing. So in my dream, he was grading math papers. Not even really grading them, since he didn't care about differential equations. This is what happens when you are friends with professors and math majors. Everything gets mixed up in the dream. Lots of other parts, like seeing Mark from high school and asking him whatever happened to his band that played a sweet cover of "Lovesong." Sitting in the dark outside my old bedroom window, the house we first moved into when my family came to Austin in 1987. I woke up early anyways. I should go to class before I become tempted to skip the lectures that I'm not interested in right now.
please I never wanted this I never wanted to be this pain for you god I'm so sorry
Dreaming last night, half remembered bits of the day's conversation. I ran into Professor L. in the basement of Calhoun, and he was complaining about all the work the university was giving him that had nothing to do with teaching or his writing. So in my dream, he was grading math papers. Not even really grading them, since he didn't care about differential equations. This is what happens when you are friends with professors and math majors. Everything gets mixed up in the dream. Lots of other parts, like seeing Mark from high school and asking him whatever happened to his band that played a sweet cover of "Lovesong." Sitting in the dark outside my old bedroom window, the house we first moved into when my family came to Austin in 1987. I woke up early anyways. I should go to class before I become tempted to skip the lectures that I'm not interested in right now.