so you got new shoes...

Here's to hoping a buddy of yours doesn't have a "shoes off in the house" rule.

not tired yet...

Man.

There's really nothing like chillin at home and suddenly hearing your upstairs neighbors engaging in some after-hours adult ears only entertainment. I mean, what are my options? Its late, even for a Saturday, so I can't turn the music up...I guess that's why they make headphones...and still...awkward.

Its like, one of the only times I hope that a girl gets off quickly and falls asleep.

One dream I had - the best dream ever - I will never forget.
I was at a dinner party of sorts. People from high school, grade school, college, various places in my hometown were in attendance at a large home I've never seen. And we were decked- I mean, cocktail dresses, blazers, etc. Martini glasses in hand we watched as two guys decided to have a race on motorized scooters. Like razors, except the self-propelled kind. The music in the background was festive and party-like until about halfway through the race; at this point the music starts building as if approaching a climax of some kind. I think to myself, "something big's going to happen here" and I moved with a group of folks up some stairs to a brick walkway of sorts so we could see better. The racers reached the designated finish line and one of them - in celebration of his win - did an inverted backflip off the concrete retaining wall in the yard. Well, he landed on his head and I could see his face as the back half of his skull crushed under his weight: he was the kid from Paperboy. Anyway, so his skull crushed and instead of just falling over and being dead (I guess he was in shock) he rolled over and flipped his head back - and part of his brain smacked me right in the face. No joke. One of my old roommates from college who was standing in front of me started puking, then I was puking, and the next thing I know
I look up and see another brain - in its entirety - sailing through the air, end over end, and splattering against the brick of the house next door. Everyone at the party was then covered in brains and blood.

Some strange things I won't try to explain happened at this point in the dream, and then suddenly I was back at the cocktail party - standing around. It was as though we were all there, drinks in hand, and we realized that hey - it's still a party! So the music in the background started back up as though the needle was placed back on the phonograph and the chatter resumed. We simply carried on as before, except from this point on we took turns hopping in the shower to rinse off the brains and blood.

That was the best dream ever.

General Exhaustion

I suppose I am supposed to be sleeping, going home sick tends to hold that expectation of folks. However I am not. I find myself to be quite restless. Maybe it's the fever.

I went to Catholic school until 7th grade. In Catholic school there are sort of obscure rules you find later that you followed without asking questions. For instance: we were not allowed to use forks in the lunchroom until 4th grade. Apparently forks are far too dangerous for the likes of mere 6-9 year olds.
I can almost recall a story of one child stabbing another with a fork in the lunchroom...either they fabricated this story or it was a dream I had.
I never really know.