I finally did it. I quit smoking. Sure, I’m only on day 5, but I don’t even want one.

Not even a little.

I’ve decided to beat the winter blues. It’s not like we’ve had winter in Spokane yet. We’ve had snow twice, and it’s melted off. Today it hailed. That melted off too.

So, I’ve decided to beat the brownish-time-that’s-colder-than-fall blues. Instead of relaxing in a nice warm clean house, I’ve torn up part of it.

What used to be the kitchen floor is now on the back deck. Everything that was in the kitchen is now in the living room. I felt it gives the house a nice cozy studio apartment feel.

“We could go to the Tung Loon Peking Loon Tung Garden Sin Kin Kay Cathay Loon”

“Are you alright? You’re speaking in tongues.”

“No, that place… Where we had the Kim Chee.”

“Oh… yea… On Division…The…Teflon Gardens.”

I’ve been on Vacation for a while. Off and on the past two weeks. Somedays are work, some are sleep.

This has given me time to wake naturally, and have the strangest dreams.

I woke up the other night from a dream…and you were there, and YOU were there, AND YOU were there!

I was in a grocery store, with all the people I went to high school with. We were all going to graduate, but it turned out, I was behind. So I had to act quickly and get my GED.

When I woke, I was stricken with terror. “I’ve got to get my GED”. Then I went back to sleep.

Then, there was the dream where I was in prison. I was wearing a kilt. My cell mate was the exact doppleganger of Daks (”Say Hello to Queen Dopplepopolis!” *Bash*). Everything down to her likes and tastes. Except, she had henna red hair. So I was stuck in this quandry. If I sleep with her, would that be cheating? Later in the dream, I had to ford a river, but the current was much too fast, and there was a damn upstream. There were a bunch of rocks across the river, but I couldn’t get across on them. The rocks would tumble downstream as I put my weight on them.

Then the most recent one, was where I was in a big dorm house. Like a boarding school. There was a house song, and a dance. I didn’t know either. I had a crappy room, and spent most of the time picking through other people’s laundry. Then I saw a ex-crush from High School. She was talking about her boyfriend and what he likes, and what they want to do, and totally ignoring the unfinished business between us. She had a thick black chain tattooed under her left eye. It was right on her cheek.

Then the house was attacked and we were all upstairs, in this open ballroom like attic. It’s hard to explain this one fully, because it didn’t really follow the laws of how things behave in life. Some people were … Multiple people on an invisible lazy susan. I’d be talking and then the suzan would rotate, and the person would fold off to their left and be replaced by someone who folded in from the right.

Everyone was in their underwear.