I love getting a good night's sleep. But this usually means scads of dreams, too complex to explain in detail. Last night's mostly consisted of boys in the Project Potential program in my grade school, names I haven't thought of in decades. David Wright, Paul Scippone, Bill Crean. They were still the brainiacs they were then, but I was some bikini-clad almost-bimbo walking around promoting SG. Do I really think of myself this way?

Lots of talk of NYC lately. I miss it so bad. I dusted off my discman, the one that went with me everywhere in New York, all my walks through the city, rides on the subway, everywhere.. I guess I'm not finding my iPod, so the discman it is. I put in Luna, which of course reminds me of New York too. Gah, I want to go there now! I hate being so nostalgic and not getting what I want when I want it. I don't like being told No.

It's been an up and down day. Not bad, just highs and lows. I don't like being unsure of myself, my path, my life. This turning 30 business is a really awesome thing, yes?