magical hangover

5/5/99

Did nothing today. Only left the house after dark, because I realized I had no food.

I forgot one of the very best things that happened to me yesterday! I was driving to school, just after changing my tire, and had to stop just on the edge of campus, right in the middle of the road. There was a mother duck leading seven or eight ducklings right across the street. They took their time, but I was stopped and the woman coming the opposite way was stopped so there was no danger to the ducks. We just giggled and cooed out our car windows as traffic backed up goodnaturedly.

I didn't sleep well last night. Julia went out around 1 and didn't come back in; while I was waiting for her I fell asleep on the couch (ow. stiff neck.) I woke around 3 and she didn't come in, so I went to bed and dreamt at least two dreams in which I got up, went to the door, and let in the cat. Then I dreamt a few in which I went to the door and Julia didn't come in. And the last one, I dreamed that I got up, the cat hadn't come in, and I walked around the block until I found her lying in the road. God. When I woke up and ran to look for my poor dying cat, she was sleeping on the couch. That means at least one of the "let the cat in" dreams must have really happened.

Steve's entry for May 3rd touched on the reason I keep this journal:

"...at the end of the day, either I have something to write about or I don't. And I am not happy when I don't, and I ask myself why I didn't make a more interesting day."

Today is one of those days. I can justify sloth all I want, but really. End of the semester, my ass.