It rained for almost the entire month of July. It was like a late April or something. Now that I need rain, of course, not a drop.
I don’t like this 8 AM twilight stuff. It’s just dim enough out there to make it look like it’s raining, but it’s not, it’s just that the sun isn’t freaking awake enough to burn off the Pennsylvania fog that darkens the landscape.
They all must die.
The other morning I woke up with that dream about the blonde … well, she was someone I used to know and hang out with in college. Or based on her I think. My brain has yet to wake up enough to burn off the fog of one k9’s morning yet; digressing, anyway, for the hell of it I looked her and some of my other old friends up on google. I do this once or twice a year, whenever I’m feeling stupid. None of them ever appear.
This time, she appeared. Announcing the birth of her new baby boy with her new husband. It’s not some girl by the same name, there’s only one of them from that area, that high school and that family, so good for her. Bad for any lingering memories my subconscious was obviously holding onto and tormenting me with, but hey, that’s life.
Life teaches you to cling to what you have. If you really want people, keep in touch with them. Don’t let your “sphere of influence,” as they say in all the tactical games, diminish to the point where you can’t get in touch with your old friends (and memories) easily. Keep those people and memories in the present by keeping in touch with them. Why? So you’re not screwed up 10 years later dreaming of them for no other reason than your mind wants to screw up your evening.
Oh hell. I have to go throw wood down a really steep hill now.
Somebody shoot something.
k9