I know I shouldn't still be at work at 9pm, but I promise that I'm not working. I'm talking with Amy and browsing around a bit. I've got some random netsurfing to do today.
Today, like every weekday, I'll drive right past the apartment where Amy and I will live once we're married. Ten minutes -- as a matter of fact -- into the drive, I'll drive right past it. Twenty minutes later (tonight the traffic will be wonderful -- another perk of leaving so late) I'll be home. Home for now.
The cat will need her litter changed. I'll sit down and pay some bills. The plants will need watering.
I haven't been remembering my dreams recently. I sleep too hard. And I never sleep in: sleeping in is always a sure-fire way for me to remember my dreams. When I'm half-asleep, I'm half-awake, too. My awake half takes notes.
I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I miss people I love a lot. I love the sound of the rain outside my window. I want to climb into bed early tonight; I want to sleep through the morning tomorrow; I want to wake up startled from a dream.
