2001-08-14 - 1:37 p.m.
dream? chalk? cookies?
i was just walking down the hall, feeling tired and groggy and not happy to be here. i had this mild sense of surreality, of things being not quite real.
and it occurred to me "what if this is a dream?"
just imagine for a moment that everything that's happened since the first of the year is actually just a dream. that i haven't been living all this. that i'm going to wake up any second and discover that this job and this spot i'm in in my so-called life are not real.
would i be happy or sad to be back where i was, to have the last eight months wiped off the slate and the chalk put back in my hand?
if i would be happy, then maybe i better start being more careful with that chalk.
or maybe i should start being less careful. maybe i need to use broader, more daring strokes.
maybe i should just clean the erasers and go home for milk and cookies.