Last night I had a really weird dream. A confrontation of sorts with Norm. Dean Cain was in the dream as well. He became a sort of mediator I guess. I hate confrontations but once I open my mouth, everything falls out. Things that they didn't know even bothered me. It just falls out. And that's exactly what happened in the dream. I told her about how much it bothered me that I still don't have a new laptop. That I can't get any work done. See, that's just it. I love what I do and when I can't, it bothers me. A lot. I told her that I know she's busy but I was really tired of hearing that this or that will be done and then it doesn't happen. I just sat at the edge of a couch, looking down at my sneakers, speaking softly but steadily and letting everything pour out.

She listened and then said she really was sorry and didn't know I had that much on my mind. She said a lot of other things too but the dream went mute, I only saw her lips moving. Maybe I zoned out. I don't know. Dean Cain was smiling at me. I think I was crying. I remember wiping my face. I woke up soon after. I woke up sad and thought about the dream all day.

I was in the City for a while. Got in after two. Dropped by Eric's office to pick up a fax Richie was sending down for this brochure I have to work on. Let there and went over to Husani's to hang out. Called up this guy I was supposed to meet up with. Kent. Ref#:???????. Age: 37.

"Ok, I'm gonna go have sex and come right back."

"You're not joking, are you?" smile Husani.

"Uh ... no."

I left soon after.

We didn't have intercourse. We fooled around. Something I haven't done in a while. Not with that much passion anyway. See ... when you both know that it's nothing more than a few shallow orgasms, it's ok. No feelings getting in the way. No one-sided ideas. Just skin, sweat and a lot ... a lot of moaning. I walked back to Husani's in a daze. Everything I was worrying about was gone. I felt good and the weather was perfect. Hmmmm ... post-orgasmic bliss.