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Leaving Again
I just got back home from SHarecon in MD and now I'm on my way back up to DC for a work conference. I travel because I love;) The scary thing is that I'll be in DC on election night. Hmm, maybe I should just hide in my room on Tuesday. I still need to pack last minute things (including zines) for the ride up, but I want to lay around for an hour or two before I do that.
Last night I went to a Halloween party at a coworker's house. There was drinking, there was food, and there was chocolate. Perfect night, don't you think? And in theory I should have been able to get an extra night's sleep since Daylight Savings Time ended, but theories often don't work out. I work up the same time I usually do, except it's an hour earlier;)
Night before last, I had an odd dream that still hasn't gone away, so I shall share it with you. I think this came about because of a conversation I had at SHarecon with a fan and watching too much baseball. I'm in the shower, about to be picked up. Knock on the door, I can't get out of the shower. A few minutes later another knock, so I dash out of the shower and call the guy's cell phone number. The problem was that this guy? Pretty sure it was David Soul's son, but not Kristofer (so one of the other four, take your pick). So we go to this party where his father is, naturally. Fun times, music, food. Then David wants to leave and do a press conference. We ask if should come and he says yes. Harmless, right? We should remind ourselves at this point that this is David Soul, nothing is harmless when it comes to him...even in a dream. He gets to the podium and virutally outs himself on national television. There was an announcement about how his life had took many turns and he had finally found happiness with this one individual (yet not the individual anyone else was thinking). He was in a relationship with a baseball player, who I think was playing for the White Sox...odd in itself because that's the team David was almost on in his youth. The whole time I'm not thinking about David or his career or the impact this might have upon it. No, I'm thinking that this poor baseball player's career is ruined because David Soul outed him on national television and he wasn't asked. So I went around all day yesterday wondering why David was outing himself in my subconscious.
Now I'm off to DC. Enjoy the early part of November and I'll see you after the election or maybe before if I can get online.
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