Journal – 5/22


The dream is different now, and I wish I knew why.  I’ve kinda gotten used to the whole ‘recurring dream’ thing.  It’s annoying, but whatever.  Guess there’s comfort in the familiar, right?  I mean, I’ve been having this dream for, well, forever now, it feels like.  Since Erica left anyway.  And that was practically a lifetime ago. 

Sometimes I still think about her, ya know.  Of course you know.  You’re who I tell.  But, whew.  That’s the past, and there’s only one way to deal with the past – just move on.  Man, I’ve got to get out of this house.  Get out in the real world.  And no, work doesn’t count.  haha.  Nate’s always trying to get me to take a trip with him, and this job will be done by the end of the month, so maybe I’ll take him up on it.  Then again, maybe I’ll just start small.  Head out in town, find a little bar and have a drink or two.  From the draft, of course.

Better make it a little bar.  Nate gets the munchies when he’s had something to drink.  Can’t have that now, can we?


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