I’d say this has been one of the best weeks I’ve had in recent memory. Maybe it’s the bike riding, but my mood has been great. I’ve been eating better (and more), and I just feel fucking fantastic. This weekend is going to kick ass. Tour de Georgia all weekend long! and I’m off work monday through wednesday for a little mini vacation of doing nothing. I think I’ll just ride my bike and catch up on some reading.
Had a fucked up dream last night. I was in my dad’s old apartment on North Ave. He was there, very much alive. He’d shaved his beard off, and just had a moustache, which was how his facial hair looked when I was very young. He was skinny too. I told him I thought he looked pretty good. His dog was there, but she was a different dog altogether (but still the same dog, get me?). So was his cat Booty. The apartment was completely empty except for us, and a phone. He kept picking up the phone expecting someone to be there. He kept wondering why no one was calling.
I have no explanation for this dream. It was just very vivid and strange. It may have had something to do with my lack of sleep. I didn’t actually get to sleep until almost 4 because I was addicted to reading Angels and Demons, by Dan Brown. Good stuff. Kept me up though and I’m still paying the price for that.
Weeks like this are the reason I wanted to move back to Athens. It’s fucked up, but I’ve accomplished every single thing I wanted to when I moved back here. I have a great job, I’m exercising, we bought a house….things are just great.
I wonder what will happen next?
#1 by the tipsyone on 4/22/2005 - 12:36 am
It’s like floating on a cloud of titties ain’t it?