fistful of fist(ing)
October 23rd, 2006
Our toaster has a Pop-Tarts setting. This is awesome.
Had a good chat with a friend from Greece this afternoon. Had to run, but afterwards I couldn’t stop chuckling in my mind about how the last time we chatted must have been in a hot tub on top of a hotel in Athens. Naked. Drunk.
Greece was good times.
The acropolis at night
And also I had terrifying dreams last night. It happened twice. I thought I was awake when it happened. I looked up, and there was a face in my window, looking in. Dark, evil eyes peering at me. A finger beckoned. I think I must have woken to find that I had been sleeping. It’s all a blur and still seems like I wasn’t sleeping when it happened.



