goodnight, my angel
now it’s time to dream
and dream how wonderful your life will be
someday your child may cry
and if you sing this lullabye
then in your heart
there will always be a part of me

someday we’ll all be gone
but lullabyes go on and on…
they never die
that’s how you
and i
will be

watched 2fast2fury.

listening to billy joel, “leningrade”, “allentown”, “angry young man”.

think im gonna go coffee/music/read somewhere. no laptop :(

work is broken.

im going bonkers with home issues.

im feeling very anti-social but can’t stay home.

spend my saturday with boman in esseff.

brunch. american breakfast. i asked for eggs and bacon. i got potatoes, which i didn’t touch. the waittress didn’t comment as i’d hoped she would

rollerblading lesson. took place in golden gate park.

bummed around.

dinner then wine. this took six hours. dinner was indian/pakistani. then a nice walk. then we went to a wine bar. boman talked to his bar neighbords and i talked to mine. mine was a guy from atherton named perry. in hospitality. graduated from cal. going to cornell next. (snow!) and dessert wine with dessert. we let the bartender pick the dessert and wine. oh man, everything was so incredible.

oh ya, i also bought a new shirt. boman has the picture.

everybody should have boman days as i do.

good: made a new friend last night, nick. plus he lives close.

bad: starbucks this morning was quiet. i ordered “extra hot” since i know sb employees generally don’t care about the temperature of their product. it was still usual/sub temperature.

good: my best friend boman posts a sexy pic on his lj blog.

bad: none of the windows backups worked last night. and we’re out of tapes.

this weekend: moobie on saturday. sunday? i forget. don from work wants to go shoot fotos. i should.

tim’s posting house pictures his mom took reminds me of when my mom got a digital camera. in the first week, i think it was, silly self portraits showed up on her computer. i think people are drawn to themselves when they can so easily do so. webcams, especially. you can tell by watching a webcam that the broadcast is watching themselves as well. speaking of that, the one thing i dont like about webcams is seeing someone who i’m talking to, only to realize that they’re laughing and reacting to things i’m not telling or talking about. hrm..

yesterday i learned a coworker is also into photography. he showed me his digital slr he just got. sweetness! his style is similar to mine as far as i can tell. he was interested in going out together and shooting some time. he’s fairly new to the bay area (he transferred here from our boston site). could be fun.

taking a music break today at work. dream theatre’s “anna lee” on high volume.

my brain’s been active today so far. last night i remembered a dream i had. i was part of a cross-country team and we were training, planning to run across a bridge. we were half way across and took a break in some sort of building. we explored the building.. i was walking around with my running partner. we found another level below and i went down a little further. i was using the little flashlight on my keychain to see. i looked down through an openening and saw a picture of a middleeastern man laying on a table. what do you see? i told my partner, i’ll tell you later. it felt very suspicious. so on our way out we both got stopped by middle-eastern men who started questioning us. i dont remember much more, except that we got questioned over and over again.

then this morning i went to the amc mercado area to pick up something at starbucks. i was driving down the main driveway there when a male/female couple of mallard ducks flew over my car and landed right in the middle of the road where i was driving. i stopped. i steered around them.. they weren’t going to move. it was really weird. almost like they didn’t want me to go.

then later this morning i was waiting in line at starbucks when all of a sudden i felt someone’s hand on my right shoulder– i looked around and nobody was near me. it felt so real i swore someone had touched me. it felt pretty creepy.