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5 November 1998
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dreams:
i had to get an injection and so tried to use one of those high-pressure, no needle things, but it didn't work. i found myself in a semi-abandoned house, and noticed a parent/teacher conference going on in another room. later, i learned from my mom that my family owned this house, and i went exploring it again. i wandered around and flashes of my childhood (or maybe my dream childhood) came back to me. in the front yard there were some logs that i did a balancing act on. then i got a phone call from gale on a cell phone. i told him i didn't know when i'd be leaving for see, but it would be soon after i got the injection thing cleared up. i started walking somewhere and passed some teenage kids sitting around my mailbox. gale asked me if i'd be at the meeting in new jersey in an hour. i said what meeting? and it would be three hours anyway. he said i could just meet them at the restaurant in new york then. i asked what the name of it was and he said the manna dew cafe, but i figured it wasn't the one in millerton. i was then going to call george and see if he wanted to go to new york, but was distracted by what was like rows of sinks in a public bathroom on the side of the road, just open, with a display above the sinks like the menu up behind the counter in a fast food restaurant, and there were some college-age kids talking about a picture on the display that was this cloud guy high on paint fumes from painting the sky white.
so they hooked up one phone line today. (which was quite difficult to come by: after finding the correct number for new service, i tried for hours to get through the automated system and arrive at anything other than a busy signal. then i spent over half an hour answering questions like what's my shoe size, to find out that i had to make a deposit at a payment center. then a long wait in line at the office counter at a local supermarket, and another half hour of trying to get through to confirm my payment. then two days to get the lines hooked up, despite the fact that they said it would only be one. and turns out they fucked up and only put in one line anyway. the other will have to wait 'til monday. and my phone was broken, so i had to go buy a new one.) but now i've got a phone line, and am online, but i'm procrastinating actually doing anything.
when i respond to er!n's email, she will all of a sudden be very far away, and for quite a while to come. at the moment, all of this is still rather unreal.
i had to get an injection and so tried to use one of those high-pressure, no needle things, but it didn't work. i found myself in a semi-abandoned house, and noticed a parent/teacher conference going on in another room. later, i learned from my mom that my family owned this house, and i went exploring it again. i wandered around and flashes of my childhood (or maybe my dream childhood) came back to me. in the front yard there were some logs that i did a balancing act on. then i got a phone call from gale on a cell phone. i told him i didn't know when i'd be leaving for see, but it would be soon after i got the injection thing cleared up. i started walking somewhere and passed some teenage kids sitting around my mailbox. gale asked me if i'd be at the meeting in new jersey in an hour. i said what meeting? and it would be three hours anyway. he said i could just meet them at the restaurant in new york then. i asked what the name of it was and he said the manna dew cafe, but i figured it wasn't the one in millerton. i was then going to call george and see if he wanted to go to new york, but was distracted by what was like rows of sinks in a public bathroom on the side of the road, just open, with a display above the sinks like the menu up behind the counter in a fast food restaurant, and there were some college-age kids talking about a picture on the display that was this cloud guy high on paint fumes from painting the sky white.
so they hooked up one phone line today. (which was quite difficult to come by: after finding the correct number for new service, i tried for hours to get through the automated system and arrive at anything other than a busy signal. then i spent over half an hour answering questions like what's my shoe size, to find out that i had to make a deposit at a payment center. then a long wait in line at the office counter at a local supermarket, and another half hour of trying to get through to confirm my payment. then two days to get the lines hooked up, despite the fact that they said it would only be one. and turns out they fucked up and only put in one line anyway. the other will have to wait 'til monday. and my phone was broken, so i had to go buy a new one.) but now i've got a phone line, and am online, but i'm procrastinating actually doing anything.
when i respond to er!n's email, she will all of a sudden be very far away, and for quite a while to come. at the moment, all of this is still rather unreal.