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Yesterday I had some Mexican food after I got back from the city (went back to Tequila's, not the best idea this time) and it made me really sick. This morning I woke up and felt like I was going to vom(haha, I wrote "vom," I am so cool). I had to bring over a bucket to the futon.

Right now I am watching "Wife Swap" and boy, it's as lame as it was when I had to watch it a year and a half ago. Okay, it's kind of fun to watch. But it kind of makes me want to cry at the way some people raise their kids.

Anyway, today was terrible. I just kept sleeping and then having terrible dreams, then waking up and feeling worse and wanting to get away, so I just went back to sleep and had more terrible dreams.

I had one dream that I was this mother and my daughter died at McDonald's, and we kept reliving the moments before her death. We

-cut- Ellen DeGeneres is going to be on "The Bachelorette?" That doesn't make sense to me.

Back to the dream. It was weird, there was all this snow outside and my daughter was having an ice cream that was minty green, dipped in chocolate (like they do at Dairy Queen). We just kept having everything happen over and over. We kept going to different McDonald's (how do you pluralize something like that?) and reliving everything, I swear I saw that ice cream cone being made 10 times in that dream(underexaggeration?). And there was one part where some people (murderers? I knew they were bad people.) came into the McDonald's somehow (even though there was ice everywhere) and they gave us food and said they had stolen Burger King's food machine.

And there was another dream that I can't really remember much about except there was this big room with maps and this weird doghouse-type thing in the middle of the room, and the room was just big and dark dark green.

It's weird, no matter what dreams I have the thing I remember most and maybe notice the most is the location, the surroundings. This has been the case for as long as I can remember, back to 7th grade even. That dream was weird, because a few years later I saw an article in a magazine (about Rem Koolhaas) that had a picture of an interior of one of his buildings that was exactly what I saw in the dream. Very strange.

Also: Very good that I had the bucket with me, because I just threw up. Reading a little bit about food poisoning makes me realize how I don't want to know what exactly caused it. Also: moving my head makes me dizzy. Also: seeing a commercial for pasta from pizza hut makes me feel like I want to throw up again.

I think what might have made me dream about having a daughter was last night, I got on the train back to Bridgeport and the only open seat was across from this family with a little girl who was probably six years old in the middle. I thought "oh great, now I get to deal with an annoying kid the next hour and a half." But she was actually the cutest thing I have ever seen. She kept putting up her hair and modeling it for me while her parents were sleeping, and when I would smile at her and then she would hide behind her mom, then peek at me through her hands. It was literally the cutest thing I have seen for weeks, besides Tim, my current "beau." Haha, I wrote "beau." What is this, "Seventeen" magazine? To tell the truth I stopped reading "Seventeen" when I was about 13.

I don't know why I keep hitting return twice to write more, I really don't have anything to say right now.

Cliff's notes:
1) I am sick.
2) Wife swap is somewhat entertaining.
3) I had terrible dreams today.
4) Little kids are cute sometimes.

I think that about covers it.
Time for pictures.


Little shop next to the subway by my work.


The street next to my job, very pretty I think. This was a really nice day.

So I'm outie! Talk to you all later.

I have no idea where that line comes from.

My god, I am so tired!

So i got a new job, it is in Brooklyn, NY, USA.
I like it so far, today was Day Two.

What has just driven me crazy is the fact that I still live in Watertown, CT, USA.
So it's between 5 and 6 hours of traveling each day. Yeahhh.
Gaahh!! I am so tired!

Today I started reading The Safety of Objects by A. M. Homes, who also wrote The End Of Alice which is a great book, about which I wrote an essay which won me the Freshman Writing Award from Webster University, which I no longer attend (get it? the joke is i'm a terrible writer but i still won the writing award. hahaha!)
Anyway, I guess the book is short stories, I finished one of them and I liked it.
My freshman seminar teacher used to tutor Ms. Homes in French (I forgot to mention - he was also my French teacher) and apparently years later she mailed him a copy of this book and told him to curl up in front of the fire with it... or something, and he was kind of weirded out, maybe because it's a strange book. I don't know.
I guess it's strange, but nowhere near as shocking as Alice.

So I'm trying to find a roommate in Brooklyn, but I'm not trying as hard as I should be.

When i finally got back to Watertown tonight after a 3 hour drive, i stopped at Tequila's to grab dinner. I thought I was just going to get guacamole to eat but I got in and was so cold I decided to get some hot fajitahs! I ended up talking to the waiter there a little bit, and he kind of hit on me. Which I am okay with.
I think i give off the impression of flirting a lot (this waiter today asked if i had a boyfriend, and yesterday a guy selling me a pretzel asked the same thing) because I am really friendly sometimes, it's like that whole trucker thing... if you're alone all the time then suddenly you're around people you go crazy and talk so much to make up for all the time you've spent not talking to anyone except yourself.

I call it "that whole trucker thing" because truckers have always been very outgoing and friendly to me, and whenever i've gone on long road trips I've gotten to be that way. I recall somehow starting different conversations with 2 separate people in the bathroom at the Grand Canyon. I think it gets to a point where you kind of freak people out a little bit. Whoops.

I wanted to write more, but I am just dead.
I leave you with a picture of a sidewalk in waterbury. I tried knocking on this door but nobody answered.

I haven't used blogger in more than a year and I think I deleted all my old files, but I don't know. So i'm going to try and publish to see what happens!