Still fat

Nasty nightmares last night. I dreamed that one of the guys that I used to work with had been hit by a car while riding his bicycle without a helmet. I was so shaken up when I got up because the dream had been so absolutely real and emotionally upsetting that I almost emailed him to see if he was okay.

I often wonder why most of my dreams are so awful. Michael always dreams about golfing or cutting the lawn or building a fence and I have dreams about having to hide in order to escape an untoward fate.

They're so real, these nightmares. More than once I have woken up in a state of absolute terror and have been so utterly thankful that it was just a dream.

Maybe tonight I will dream about kittens.

Please let it be kittens.

In other news: I miss Michael. Awwwww. Don't tell him. It will just go to his head.

He's my best friend. I love him so much. He's such a an easy going person and we always, always have such fun when we're together. The only other people in the world that are as patient and understanding with me (after spending huge amounts of time in my presence) are my family. They don't have a choice. I still don't know why Michael comes back for more, but I'm goddamn exuberant that he does.

Lastly, I'm pretty stoked to be listening to Espace Musique tonight. I listen to it on the way home from work (it's jazz at that time) and later in the evening they sometimes play some ambient electronica which kicks ass but I don't understand what the schedule is as je ne parle pas francais. Malheureusement.

Anyways. I'm not so stupid as to be unable to deduce what "ecoutez la radio en direct" means since our French teacher was always urging us to "ecoutez" and to "ferme la bouche".

J'aime Espace Musique et CBC.

Et Michael.