...and chased it down with half a liter of Dickle's No. 12. Greedy bastard.
Weird dream of the week: I dreamed I was sitting in a snowfield, trying to warm myself in front of a dead campfire. Turns out, the furnace died that night, and the temp dropped to about 60 before my sister came home, and re-lit it. I distinctly remember the smell of a smoking match as part of the dream.
It's been a rough stretch; more downswings (not as bad as before), more adjustments to the medication ("I'm over-medicated?"), and the death of a colleague (I did not know thee well enough, good Spike). And, as everyone knows, it's been more winter than spring this March. Meh.
I need a car. As much as I don't want all the attendant hassle that come from owning a car, the MBTA just isn't cutting it for me when it comes to getting everything done. It's a 40 minute/hour-and-a-half ride into work and home again, and because of the limitations of the bus network in Boston, I end up turning down a lot of OT.
I also need to start dating again. It's been 8 years since I had a romantic/amorous/other-than-platonic relationship with a member of the opposite sex, and I'm tired of being lonely. Time to stop being afraid of being hurt, and get back into the world. That may mean making some lifestyle changes, like moving. All the more reason to get a car, I suppose.
Just finished
Summer of the Apocalypse by James van Pelt; a pretty sharp contrast from Cormac McCarthy's
The Road, what with the flashbacks used to tell the story in Jim's book. It wasn't till I read a review for
Cowboy Bebop that I realized why--in the Cowboy genre, the hero never looks back, and looking back is an essential part of Eric's story. I like the book, but I think that Jim could have delved deeper into the relationship between Eric and his wife, and the tension between Eric and Troy could have been better shown than told.
Next up is
Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse, edited by J.J. Adams.
