Nevermind

I usually have a spate of college-related dreams about four times a year. Mostly they're either the first day of class no idea where I'm going or last day of class haven't studied for finals variety.

This last week, I've been dreaming of high school. What the hell? Am I started to regress? What's a real kick in the pants is that in the dream, when I meet somebody I suddenly realize I'm thirty-two (though I still don't realize it's a dream). I mean it's quite a come down when you realize that pretty redhead who starts singing Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" with you after biology is half your friggin' age.