 | 10:21 am - I feel summer creeping in and I'm tired of this town again
Last night I dreamed I got mail from Mary Jane. I'm serious. It's not an allusion to something, or a metaphor (although obviously it is a metaphor because all dream elements are.) It actually wasn't a mail per se, it was a big bundle of mail addressed to me that had been sent to her. They spanned years, and she was fowarding them along. They were in a blue plastic bag. like a large ziplock type bag, And there was a letter from her in from her as well, and a copy of the department newsletter and an explanation of why, even though I signed up for quarterly updates, I'd never gotten any. A policy thing to not send to people outside the university.
I miss her.
Today is damned difficult.
Current Mood:  numb
Current Music: Tom Petty "Last Dance with Mary Jane"
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