So why am I up so damn early on a Sunday? Because I took a 3 hour nap from 5PM to 8PM, got up, had dinner, then basically went back to sleep. Not too bright I s'pose.
But I've got work to do an Christ's invited me over for french toast sometime today as well...

But damn I feel funny. I might feel alive after a third cup of coffee and a shower and an hour of blllleeeaaaaahhhhhh

I have a whole buncha new DAT's I haven't even listened to yet...that's what you get when you make known you have tapes all yer friends want copies of...and I can never turn away a fan...this is of course, why I was so completely excited about listening to *non* PJ yesterday...everyone needs to take a break from their favorite band once in a while...no matter *how* hard core you are.

"I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go on..."
PJ, from 'Wishlish'

Christa's been telling me about her dreams, and so, in an attempt to involve myself in such conversation, I made a conscious attempt to remember some little nugget from my dreams last night. Hip hip hooray, it actually *worked*! (This coming from a man who never ever remembers his dreams!) So here is entailed a brief bit of last night's dreams I'll care to share here:

It was my uncle Jim, who once tried to kill himself. We were about to go visit some friends/classmates of mine...Jim had dressed himself in a *really* fancy 70's typo disco suede jacket (rust orange with some super fly pockets) and he was grinning up a storm. He was so happy and was joking around, and, just, in general pleased to be alive...There is, of course, more to this dream, sitting at a bar with a yellow bird and another animal (a dog? I can't recall exactly), a magic duck, a Glenda type witch, magic and excitement galore...but it's Jim that got to me...easily interpreted: Suicide is *not* a neccesity...happiness *does* come in time. It was *so great* to see him in this light. His being happy made *me* happy. Is it the same for all you? Does my uplifted outlook make *you* happy?

More to come later...I'm sure there will be things to write about after I see Christa and Ernie the cat.

I made so much damn spaghetti today I don't have to cook the rest of the week. I told Christa to come take some of it. I pray she does cuz if not, I got all this food I hafta freeze over spring break, and I HATE freezing food...

Speaking of Christa, breakfast (well, bf for her, lunch for me!) was delicious and much fun. We traded dreams, she shared some old poetry. We played with Ernie and visited with a friend of hers...I spent longer than I'd planned, bout 3.5 hours, but had very little homework to finish so it was OK.

"What are you thinking?"...I think that if I think much more about this whole thing, I'll go insane. I think we've been spending too much time together considering the goal here is _just_ friendship...but it's her call. I'm here if she wants/needs me...and I'm happy to be whatever she wants/needs me to be.

The fact of the matter is that I don't care *why* she wants to see me...just that she wants to see me...