Tuesday, June 12, 2007


My alter ego is still guest-blogging here for a limited time.

I feel like I need to sleep for a good week or so.

I feel like I pull the garbage out to the street every day. Apparently, time does go by faster as you get older, and the time between pulling the garbage out the street does in fact begin to shrink.

I had a long dream last night that tired me out. I was walking around some city I'd never been to with a friend of mine from college who died when she was 27, nearly six years ago. She seemed happy in the dream. At some point, she whispered something in my ear, but now I can't remember what she said. At another point, we were riding a motorcycle together.


creative-type dad said...

I do agree - time does go by much faster as I get older.

About 10 years ago I once heard somebody say "getting older is like a roll of toilet paper, it goes by faster as you get towards the end."

hh said...

wouldn't it be great if there was some sort of giant conveyer belt that your garbage cans could sit on...then you'd just flip a switch and all your discardables would make it out to the street and back. then another switch would activate the faux concrete covering to hide your little trick.