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Fragmented dreams last night. I’m lucky I had any what with how late I stayed up.

I have images of visiting a friend, one who particularly values her privacy, at home and spending time with her family and friends there (no carrots that I can recall). At one point walking down the street making plans with someone on the other end of a cell phone. Walking with a girl between myself and Chunk from high school. I’m not sure that I recognized her face but I’m sure I knew her (know her?) as a great friend. Chunk was talking about the civil rights movement in the middle east. There was someone, someone sleazy, trying to pick up on the girl. At one moment though, as if a wave crashing, we realized love for each other.

At one point I had dreamt that I was awake in bed and unable to sleep. I grabbed the book next to me to start reading and woke up with a severe worry that I lost my bookmark. Awake, I started to look around the bed for it but was assured it was only a dream when I realized there was not book next to me from which my bookmark may have fallen.

Here’s a short and sweet one to promote my buddy Denis’s TargetCulture blog. We had a good time brainstorming yesterday on layout, design, and colors and came up with something pretty snazzy, I think. And it doesn’t have those red bricks anymore; that’s an automatic plus.

What a night. Evening started when us Manchester Boys finally got started to San Francisco’s Sake Lab where we were gonna try to meet up with Fi and friends. We found the "and friends" (had a friendly moment with Wes ^_-) but must have lost Fi to some other (hopefully still enjoyable) part of the city.

The Lab was an interesting place. Almost entirely asian crowd, creative sushi that seemed reasonably priced to me. Speaker quality could have been better though and the partitioning of the space between restaurant, bar, and dance floor made the already small-ish area cramped, especially around the dance floor. Drinks were prohibitively expensive.

After the Lab, while we were waiting way too long for the garage to find our car, the idea descended upon us that with the night still early we could head over to Jackson Rancheria. For a little gambling distraction. I spent most of the two-and-a-half hours that the drive east took slipping in and out of consciousness in the back seat. Though I seem to remember being taken up to an ATM and withdrawing $300 that never made its way to my wallet when the closest bank to the casino was a Bank of the West branch (ha!).

Frank, who’d been riding the lower end of stims for most of the night spent the early morning hours sleeping in the car. I had a fun time keeping Mike company at the blackjack table and got to spend some time practicing rolling a coin on my fist when Mike got a fifty-cent piece from a blackjack. We had some ups, some downs, some free juice and coffee, some interesting sidelong glances. Met some interesting people. Well…not so much met as noticed and commented on. People to whom we would gave nicknames such as Georgia, Farv, Shorty, and Dickies.

Frank did the good duty of driving back to Santa Clara (a good thing too since I was only awake by the grace of caffeine and Mike was just exhausted) and we’ve started our mornings all on warped internal clocks.

Hopefully with more fun to come this spring break ^_^

UG….yeah right….like I’m looking foreword to grad school that much.

Anyhow…my plans

Tonight it’s Sake Lab (been way too long since I’ve kicked it with Fi). Monday I start working for Rabbi Hecht in Sunnyvale. I’m going to try to find another avenue of employ, something regular that I can keep goin’ after the spring quarter starts. And then there’s the little side project that’s fallen into my lap. I’m not going into detail yet, but I’ll say it’s a certifiably Wiesner venture and it kept me in front of the computer just about all day yesterday and it’s one of the first things I started doing this morning and I think I’ll go ahead and call it something sinister like Project Underhand. Yeaaa….that’s alright ^_^ .

Now for breakfast and to contemplate returning these books (I stack up to my hip, no kidding!)

^___^

First morning of spring break. A sweet coffee, vegan blueberry bran-muffin, book (American Gods), and music (sporting Bobby Darin, Eve 6, and points in between). It’s not a virgin beach with a hut, a hammock, and a sunglasses crowned smile, but it might be the next best thing.

Back to reading. 

Peace and Love, all

I’m done with finals..first thing I did was roll my shoulders, lean my head way back, and breath as a free man ^^

Only plans for tonight are to relax at home and…nope, that’s it..relax ^___^ 

Had a great moment walking into my last final. It was one of those "I love being able to do what I do and do it well" moments brought on by reflecting on the fact that I had two papers to hand in and two finals to take today and all the same met up with some of the gang in PA to celebrate Lisa’s 21st.

Oh yeah…super fun. 

Tomorrow I’ve got two finals (I had been confused on the dates for one of them) and both my Greece paper and thesis final draft due. Last night I didn’t sleep so much as I napped. I’ve still got much to do…can’t be healthy, mentally or physically. 

Is this really worth it?

Tomorrow. Let tomorrow end and let me forget what I could really have done without this quarter, esp so as to make more room for the things whose inscriptions I’d never want dulled in my mind.

I was sitting at a table at Garden City yesterday. A new dealer came to sit down and something seemed off about the way she was dealing. Backwards, I realized. She’d spread the flop backwards. Then I noticed the watch on her right hand and realized she was a fellow lefty.

I was playing this morning and the guy three seats to my right was an SCU alum. Finance major. I asked him how far he thought his degree was getting him. His replay was that it’s working about as well as a degree from San Jose State would.

Oh well.

Due dates:

Saturday - present senior thesis - 15 minutes plus Q&A

Monday - Final (HIST 12 Western Civ)

Wednesday - Two papers (my polished senior thesis and a 10-pager from Ancient Greece) and a Final (Ancient Greece)