Just woke up from a tylenol-pm induced coma. I had a dream about the male model named Hardy in my New York History class (not making this up, he exists). No, it wasn’t sexual. He just showed interest in me. It was weird…very much like an old fashioned courtship ritual. All in all, an excellent dream.
I hate myself. I’m going to eat a bowl of oatmeal and cry.
the presence of the past in the present