May 10, 2013
Last Wednesday this is what was going on in my head: I want to quit this job. Yesterday, Thursday, this: I can actually get used to this see-saw, I will decide that today is going to be better. Last Wednesday this is what I dreamed about: Kissing you. Or was this Tuesday? I forget now. Last night I dreamed about a grandaunt tagging me along to church. I said "Next time, Dada." She said, "You keep on saying Next Time, you might run out of 'next times'." It was sad, when I woke up. Noted, Dada, do things now.