i know, i’ve been such a bad blogger – and i have no real excuse.  sure i was in LA and then my parents were in town – but there was some down time and catching up on my blogging world just didn’t seem to find it’s way in.  i can’t promise that i’m going to have much to say any time soon.  i’m going to try to be more motivated – but i don’t want to force myself.

i’ve been feeling all kinds of icksa recently – and so instead of spending extended hours at starbucks i’ve spent a lot more time on my couch which is way less conducive to blogging.  today i forced myself out – i’m hoping that i can last two hours before the overwhelming urge to retreat takes over.

for the last two nights i’ve had these ridiculously vivid dreams that for some reason we have to do EDDIE’S funeral again.  like the first time didn’t count or something.  and there’s this big fight about who will speak and what we will say.  am i supposed to say the same thing again?  won’t people be bored?  and then last night, at the end of the funeral in my dreams – there was this big musical number complete with like 50 or 60 acrobats hanging from material from the ceiling a la PINK AT THE GRAMMYS.

what the fuck is wrong with me?