I don’t know if it’s the stress or the heat, but I’ve been having some strange dreams. I had a dream about a beach.
I used my cheapness sense to get a used computer monitor. I was like George Costanza when he tells Jerry he can get a good deal on a chair if he goes to Delaware to buy it. I also keep a five on the outside of my bills. It was 1/5 the price I would have paid for a new one. It’s a long drive over there so I brought some Garbage CDs. It made me realize how many Garbage songs relate to my secret hobby. I was mostly thinking about songs off “Bleed Like Me”. When I was listening to “Right Between the Eyes” It made me think about my secret hobby again. I mentioned this before. (I know the song is really about Courtney Love.) It made me think about how is seems like some of the other hobbyists seem somewhat threatened by me or something that I can’t place. I don’t mean this in an arrogant way really. I’m not following the superficial guidelines they have set up for themselves. Me being myself, well they don’t like it. Which I find funny since this is one of the few times I’ve actually wanted to be myself. I get ideas seemingly everywhere. Maybe that should be my secret hobby song! Yeah! Something from Garbage!
The car broke down on the ride home. I was stuck by the offramp. I made it back, eventually.