friday august 31

today i went out to a bar in the evening, then came back to my house and slept, and promptly dreamed about the same process: going to a bar and then the aftermath and morning after. the repetition was so similar that when i awoke i had difficulty distinguishing between the two scenarios, except that in the latter, i had conversations with charisma carpenter and my grandfather, and cut through canada's wonderland on the walk home.

1 comment:

amanda said...

omg, did I tell you how I SAW Charisma Carpenter IN THE FLESH? She was littler than I thought she'd be. Looked kinda frail. Made me a bit sad. But still kicked ass.