Hi Falcor!

The title of this blog is what I remember screaming in my dream last night.

I rarely remember dreams, but this one was so weird. I was flying a pillow. Not riding on a magical pillow that could fly--I was actually piloting the pillow. So I'm flying this pillow really low over a river and up ahead it goes over a waterfall. As I pass over the falls, I see Falcor from Neverending Story flying up the falls, and I yell "Hi Falcor!" and keep on going. I...wh-what? There isn't really much else to tell about the dream, though I do remember the pillow being pretty difficult to manoeuvre and I got scared that I was going to fall off.

I bet that what I'm supposed to surmise from this is that my life is a bit out of control at the moment and I should be careful or things could go horribly wrong.

Um, I guess that is maybe sorta correct. My life lately can be summarized in one word: drunk. I can't remember the last night that I haven't been drunk. It's kinda fun! The drink of the summer is vodka tonic with a lemon. It's so summery and delicious. Anyway, I know it's not a good thing, but really, why the fuck not? I'm not self-destructive or anything, I just enjoy it. All I do is work. It's not like I have someone else to think about or occupy my non-work time, so I may as well fill it with booze and lolz.

Cheers!