late night + bike ride + pastrami sandwich + potato and egg salad + shower = totally awesome nap.
i did have a dream where a few characters from lost (jack, locke, and i don’t know who else) were running around in suburbia and were having their own weird dreams that were being caused by that freaky kid from that movie “the omen.” he had glowing red eyes in the dark.
harold says it’s boring when people talk about their dreams. but whatever, screw him.
maybe i should have kept sleeping but now i have that funny semi-paralyzed feeling.
i will be down in socal from the 16th to the 19th. then seattle from the 21st to the 25th. i’m hoping for many drunk stories.