inbetween time, ain't we got fun?
In the past month:
-work
-gym
-gamelan
-crappy Monday night TV (I cannot look away, David Caruso! You suck!)
-vacation, both friend and family
-cooking, home and away
-decorating and rearranging
-buying a couch
-Zip car-ing
-movies
-finally finished Anna Karenina (!!)
-freelancing
+ + +
From as far back as I can remember up until I was about 18, my dreams were dominated by one enduring image or occurrence: in almost every dream, no matter what the situation was, my eyes would get stuck shut. I'd blink, in the dream, and just wouldn't be able to open them. I could pry them open with my fingers, in the dream, but with the next blink they'd stick again. It's the kind of imagery that *must mean something* but I don't know what it means. The kind of thing that maybe I'd look up in a big ol' dream dictionary if I was in a chain bookstore and had some time to kill.
