and it's singing a love song directly into my ear. My one damaged ear. Go figure.
I'm sprouting wings of dissatifaction by continuing to temp while dreaming of a job that doesn't start until April.
I'm writing this on command.
Listened to Bob Dylan last night driving around metro Rockville (to the staffing office for my pay, to the Wachovia to deposit, to the bookstore to read comic books). Have I ever really gone into my affinity for Bob? Well, today might not be the time. But I have sang "Idiot Wind" in the car until I am hoarse more times than I can count.
Dreamed of Adina again last night. Twice in one week. She and Kiff were visiting me, but I'm not sure where I was living. There was a ham sandwich episode that only dreamers could understand.
The box-wine wrestlers went out to drink last night. It was nice, quiet. I read till I slept, the only sound was the space heater pointed directly at my head. It gets cold in Blaine's Basement.