Last night, I dreamt I was about to drop from a waterfall.

I wasn't scared shitless at all. I think I was saving something, or someone. Couldn't recall though. And then two people, whom I think I know, were worried that they came for me near the banks.

I was holding on to a rocky edge firmly and could get out any time.

But you know what I did?

Instead of getting away from the edge, I let myself go further ... and hang the lower part of my body to the falling water.

It's like I had a death wish or trying to challenge fate.

In the end, I guess I was just having fun with my fears. I'm sick that way.


Met with some friends last night. Ah, it was nice except I couldn't really relate to much of the jokes and stuff. That's what you get when you don't hang around much in the first place. There were a few awkward moments I think, since Ellen was there. Nice to see her though, even with the added weight. Gah, I need to fatten up. But I must do so in a healthy way.

What is a bit concerning is the allergy. That's the second time it happened, the first a couple of weeks ago. I think I've become allergic to beer.

Good? Bad? Who knows?

Quentin out