I had a dream a day or so ago--who knows with all of the napping I do--Steve Harrison was somehow linked in a series of different frames. I think it's because of all this writing that I've done lately. I think it's because of his e-mail from over a month ago that I still need to respond to. I think it's because it's time. I think it's because I still search for a mentor sometimes even if I know that no one person can be that.
I've been picking ever so lightly at the pages of AMERICAN PSYCHO. I skipped ahead and read a gruesome chapter and it reminded me of a scene from Ellis' LESS THAN ZERO and I wonder wabout his private life.
There's this temp who works here who is cute and he just arrived. Always as I'm leaving. Even after all these years I still feel self-conscious with my glasses. Speaking of glasses, went for my pre-operation LASIK check-up yesterday.