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.