I don’t have many dreams I remember lately, but last night I had one. I was in the countryside somewhere, in a house by a rural highway, talking to someone who disappeared. I walked into a basement and into a house where my ex-girlfriend was standing there, just wearing a towel, and her hair was dyed blonde. I saw there were other women there, wearing pajamas. I’d stumbled into some sort of gathering. Somehow I ended up talking to a pair of gay men who were telling me about growing up near Klamath Falls, Oregon.

I don’t know what that meant, but I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately and first I was wondering why my ex had to weasel her way into my dream and wake me up. Then I remembered it was her birthday. Heh.

I left work a little early today to get my car checked by our local DEQ, and got home and TOOK A LONG NAP. Then I sat around watching TV and finding out that I’m really, really bad at “Me and My Katamari.” The King of all Cosmos keeps showing up and kicking my ass for having small and pathetic katamari.

So I’m off to play some more katamari before bed. I also wonder if I’ve had a date since my ex dumped me, the week before 9/11. (Yes, back in 2001.) Well, no matter. I’ll just roll up a big katamari and everything will be fine.