or at least another talking-to-therria-to-convince-her-how-much-I-loved-her dream. In it I played her that song I just heard yesterday while getting my dad’s Father’s Day gift, which I just googled and found out is Dido’s “White Flag.” Jesus. I suspected it might be her, when I was thinking of it just now—Jesus. Fucking Dido. I heard that playing over the Muzak and I sort of started paying attention to the lyrics, and then I had to stop what I was doing and listen, and was like, “Oh, shit.” You know, like, omg, these lyrics are so true… omg, I am emo, man; you know you’re gone when supermarket songs are starting to seem deep (again). Like the “Life in Hell” thing about how pop songs seem eerily relevant. Anyway, that song is now going on Addenda.

OK, so also, since I’m writing ’em down, my dreams were also about these three developmentally disabled brothers who looked like the Kool-Aid man descending in size according to age, riding in the back of some car on a windy road, being taken to their destination by a chauffeur, driving around in some parking lot with a British dad and him fucking around and then his car being at the end of this car park and on the edge and there was this steep hill and I can’t remember if he rolled down and hit the car waiting in line in front of him, and also going around this London bazaar street with lots of Hindustani writing that I think was in the Persian alphabet but there was probably also some Nagari that I just didn’t see.

If I can remember any more I’ll add more.