Home Life

Pop and Kay left for Shiner for the Memorial Day picnic and family reunion. I have had the house to myself for most of the day, but it's amazing how time just runs past me. Part of the reason for that, no doubt, is the fact that they did not leave till it was about lunch time, and I had my big steak dinner to cook. Then, after that, I was feeling terribly randy and had a 90-minute wank session, just me and my laptop going at it. After my nap, I followed through on my chess afternoon, which I liked. Focusing on chess gives a healthy variety to my day, I think - to move from reading to spatial exercises.

My main motivation for opening this page, though, was to capture an interesting turn in my dream life: a happy variation on the old school dream in which I have a finals examination without having even attended the class and being completely unprepared. In this one, I am not alone. I am with a few friends, or dorm mates, including at least one very attractive woman, a brunette. We have the same class and are in the same boat. We haven't even looked at the book. In fact, we only open it up now for what might be the first time. It's math, and none of us can make heads or tails out of it. There was something oddly reassuring about this dream in being a part of a group, among friends, suffering together in likely disaster and failure, even though it is still a dream of failing.