Heavy Wednesday (not to be confused with Fat Tuesday)

It was very surreal, driving around Wheeling last night at 12:30 AM. . . I maybe saw one other car the entire time I drove, even on the highway, to pick up my sister after her trip to Kennywood. All by myself, no one on the road except a small marsupial. . . weird!

Weird f--ing dreams last night, as well. In part I dreamt that Sprite was an unassuming englishman who lured charitable women to his flat and then in the morning turned out to be an evil scientist with sisters who would dismantle the ladies so that he could build robots out of their parts or something. He also had a wire frame robotic monkey creature. Seperately, I also dreamt that I was running through a school in slow motion, like I had been drugged and everything seemed SLOW. I dodged bullets and when I jumped down from on top of some boxes it took me five minutes to reach the floor.

Generally, throughout the dream I ran into several people I knew. When I woke up, I had that classic feeling that I'd been with them in person. . . and I had this feeling of nostalgia and sadness with me for the rest of the day.

So that was basically the theme for my wednesday: nostalgic longing sad fiesta. I've been going through my books, trying to figure out which of my darlings gets left behind--and I found many of my old journals, including the "uncensored version" of my sudden entry into singledom in the spring of 2002. There were just so many things I couldn't write in my weblog at that time. It was good to remember. And good not to be living it anymore.

Soooo, Thursday morning the truck arrives, and I start the serious packing. . . . *shudder*