So, it turns out that I actually have something to write about. Imagine that. To be perfectly honest, the narrative aspect of my storytelling has fallen off something fierce, but I am hoping that eventually it will return. (Yes, I know that you have heard all of this before.)

On another note, I had a dream last night about the end of the world. I was in Formia (a city in Italy near Gaeta) And I could see a castle from across the bay that would be ground zero of a meteor impact. It was so vivid, but not scary. There was a certain peace toward the inevitability of it. Yes, I now that you don't care much about my dreams, and that is perfectly acceptable. But it was odd the people I ended up talking to and trying to call to say my goodbyes. The person who I spent my final moments on Earth with, and the weird way that the Café/Restaurant seemed to become a symbolic representation of the afterlife after the impact.

Now, I have had some issues with people I work with. Shock and surprise! He's kind of a dick. I can tolerate him in small doses. Almost well enough to think he's not a bad guy. And then he'll pull some dick move that reminds me; "Oh, that's right, you're a tool."

I am fairly certain that I am not a dick...right?

I could be mistaken. Would not be the first time.