What they really mean is I like the way you make me feel.

I am head to toe with the scent of bar and late night.

I will say that misunderstandings and miscommunications that occur on so many levels are as much amusing as confounding.


A dialogue between any two people, neither is on the exact same circulation of thought about what's happening. There could be continuity in the stories, but there is no exact same of everything. Everyone bakes their apple pies a little differently.


The previous statement is a completely disconnected idea from the bar comment. Disregard that as a passing thought in my head.

The weird dreams keep coming. First a dream about an unexplained plane trip to N.Z. Then the dream where I killed someone (I don't remember who or why, just being mortified about the entire situation), and then the latest dream where I'm sobbing amidst giving my brokenhearted niece advice as she asks me why people have to judge other people.

There are many good details that I will flood you with later. For now, I am too sleepy to do anything but give an update.