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The rain blattering on my window A.C. sounds exactly like popcorn. This is the third storm since I arrived here two Sundays ago, and the first in which I've not gotten caught. My luck is concave-up.
posted on Wednesday, August 30, 2006
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Packing yesterday, I realized that I was glad I'd be living on campus, because that fact created a blank space in my otherwise ambivalent anticipation, a slot into which a surprise would fit so nicely...
posted on Sunday, August 20, 2006
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Last night I climbed onto my bed to recline fully clothed upon the covers, telling myself that I only wanted to relax and read but knowing, I think, exactly what would happen (always happens). I fell asleep within seconds, of course, and when I woke around four, I only took a few minutes to undress and brush my teeth before going straight back to bed. That was when the dreams began, and continued unabated for five hours -- dozens of individual dreams, I think. Most of them melted away the instant I opened my eyes, but I do remember one.
Yesterday -- the real yesterday, I mean -- I'd had a strange headache all day. The headache was probably from simple fatigue, but in this dream, I went to an unfamiliar doctor to get the headache treated. After a brief examination, the doctor said that we'd try an experimental treatment, and left the room after ordering me to change into a hospital gown. Clad in the pathetic scrap of paper, I grew tired of waiting for him to return and began wandering the clinic -- and stumbled into a room in which another unhappy patient spasmed and convulsed as electricity coursed through his body. Just then the doctor burst into the room, his hands full of restraining equipment. "You can't give me electroshock therapy for a fucking headache!" I screamed at him. But he shook his head and advanced upon me, lit by hellish electric arcs, saying, "You must be treated!" I jumped out the nearest window and found myself in the parking lot. My car was there! ...but I'd left the keys inside the clinic, along with my clothes. My frantic eyes fell upon an unsecured mountain bike, and I ran to it. As I mounted the bike, I heard a crash behind me and turned to find the doctor in hot pursuit. The clinic lay atop a forested hill, and at the edge of the parking lot I saw a trail leading into the woods. I pedaled for it. By this point the doctor had found his own bicycle, and was giving chase. The rain began as I entered the woods, and the dirt trail quickly became slick and muddy. As we skidded through one hairpin turn after another, he kept on imploring me to return and submit to treatment. In desperation, I eventually swerved off the path and went over a small cliff, landing in some dense greenery. The doctor finally gave up and left, while I swam home in one of the many flood-streams resulting from the downpour.
There was another dream in which a disgruntled janitor began calling himself "the Duke," and eventually imposed feudal rule upon the former United States, but I don't remember much about it.
Moving on to the real world: I finally took Diana sailing on Thursday. The weather was perfect for sailing, and we had dinner, Marble Slab, and dorky conversation about JRPGs afterward, while we were still damp from jumping over the side of the Sunfish for a swim.
Work's been easy, and fortunately I don't have to go in quite so early anymore. Plus, I get to make awesome espresso drinks and smoothies for myself and "sample" the gelato. The only real source of stress is frustration at the Mukais' ineptitude -- sometimes Rachel seems the only one of them who has both common sense and motivation.
posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006
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