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Well, I'm running out of sheep. So much for that trick.

Sweet dreams when you get there

There were many nights when Corri and I lived together when we would stay up late talking and giggling, making plans for life or just plans for the Best. Lunch. Ever.....until we could hardly keep our eyes open. Sleep was giving us a curfew yet we would beg for "just 10 more minutes" like little kids. Finally giving in and calling it a night, the bedtime checklist was conducted: door locked? lights off? candles extinguished? cats accounted for? and we would head to our rooms. From down the hall I would hear her say to me, "Sweet dreams when you get there" and I would drift off, destination in mind. Except I have never been one to have all that many dreams -- some occasional running through forests dreams and the reoccurring nightmare --but mostly nothing to write home about that I could recall or even feel the imprint of when I woke up the next morning. I trust that they played and I watched without feeling the need to dwell or run an encore the next night. This system was all fine by me. Then I moved into my own place for the first time ever. Dreams have started being remembered, replayed and weigh heavy. Insomnia has become a constant bedfellow.

I'm miserable. Or, at least let's say I liked it better when I didn't remember anything exciting from the night. Sleep and I are at odds. It's like driving in a car a long distance with someone you are fighting with. You've got to acquiesce and know that being in the car is necessary to get you to the destination but it's not the place you are thrilled about spending time.

This past week in particular handed my ass to me on a pillow. It's UNBELIEVABLE how the stupid reoccurring dreams, two actually, are so easily understood and clear when I wake up. I want to stand in line at the dream counter and tell the sales rep that, "Yes, thank you I enjoyed the message and appreciate the opportunity to watch the re-run. Now could you please wrap it up and file it under "CRYSTAL CLEAR" for me?" Thanks.

But yet as I sit here not tired, or not wanting to go have another go around of the same fucking picture film, I know it's all cued up waiting. Cruel.

I wish I had a hallway and at the end of the hall was my fabulous roomie calling out "sweet dreams" because at least I had a fighting chance -- or someone to drag back out on the couch and keep me company through the adventures of Insomnia.

Too late now

Facebook.

I did it. I'm either going to catch a lot of grief, or a lot of "it's about damn time."

Detour

I was all set tonight to write about casually dating or my life as a contestant on the $10,000 pyramid. And then I got onto the internet and started bouncing around clicking on this link and that link -- feeling like I was back aimlessly driving around on the winding two lane country roads of my youth, no street lights, very few street signs, no destination in mind -- and I happened to check in on my high school buddies band, Small Brown Bike.

Which led me a side project, www.dragonstheshow.com

Which led me to their Facebook page

Which led me to familiar names and discovered familiar faces

And now I'm sitting here at my kitchen table in a haze of memory and emotion and I don't know what to do with myself. For 16 years I've only ventured back home a dozen times or so. I would fondly recall people, events, mundane high school days...wondering what those people were up to. Who got married, who had kids, what corners of the Earth they moved to, what careers they wound up in. Kristy B does a really good job of keeping in the loop as much as she can with the big things (weddings, divorce, babies and gossip) but I miss the day to day. I'm envious of them sitting on a bar stool at Dark Horse or the bleachers at a football game on Friday night. I know it sounds unreal but I didn't really consider the possibility that they would be accessible online, easy to find, easy to contact and catch up with. And now I feel like I've been picked up and set down in the middle of a reunion that I didn't RSVP to.

Is it too late? Do I walk into the pep rally 16 years late and try to connect with these friends from my past?

Some Facebookers I know have 1200 "friends." I only had 500 kids in my HIGH SCHOOL. Twelve of them I just found looking at OTHER Facebook pages. Names from the past that would flitter thru my head and I would just give up as though they were lost forever.

Technology has successfully played yet another little prank on me. Fool me once, shame on you...Fool me twice.......maybe it's time I do this. Four years until our 20 year reunion. Maybe there's still hope for me to make some connections.

Question

If Asparagus makes tinkle smell very (very) bad, is it like garlic and should be avoided on a date?

ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!

I haven't posted in over two MONTHS?! WHAT?! Oy.

Well, I'm going to have to get my arse in gear and remedy this.

Soon.

Very soon. I swear.

You love me, you know you do.