This is what i did yesterday.

Work from 6-1. Lunch with L from 1-3. Scanned two dozen slides from my cross-country trip. Went out for Mexican food with K. Had a single solitary margarita. Got drunk. Went to a large Barnes & Noble, leafed through some magazines on creative writing (booo) photo editing and a collection of photographs from Life magazine. Went home to my temporary home. Watched four episodes of How I Met Your Mother. wrote this post:

“Reach out and touch someone”

there must be a better word for it. infatuation sounds so petty, wonder sounds so bland, everything being alight sounds so New Age i want to put on Yanni and aroma-euthanize myself.

but anytime everything’s on fire and you beg for someone to just acknowledge that it is so, and no one seems to have an inkling of what it is you’re on about or what you want from them (do i?), well apart from certain expletives born of frustration, that good old AT&T slogan comes to mind.

Then I went to bed.

How did any of that lead to me dreaming about a couple of quarreling lesbian train conductors who abandon me at the control post of a speeding train just when the tracks suddenly become so much entwined and diverging spaghetti? And when i finally take a wrong fork in the track and bring the train to a grinding halt, the chief lesbian conductor comes out and screams at me and then proceeds to make out with me, or rather, chew on my lower lip in a very unrelenting way.

How then did the dream segue into me being part of some extreme family gang lead by my father, with members ranging from my brother to other cousins, and us killing at least five people in gruesome ways and having the cops show up the second we do away with our last victim, in the filthy laundry room of our house which incidentally has an open screen door that the cops simply sidle up to as we go about our murderous business?

is it the tequila? or the salsa? a combination of both? the carrot cake i had yesterday afternoon?

Or was it all about, um… finality?

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