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some old stories Most of yesterday was slept sleeping. In fact if I remember correctly, my body collapsed on the couch within an hour of being home. I didn't come back to life until six hours later. Then once I was awake I ate a small meal and went back to sleep for another three hours or so. It was heaven. I also remember having a great sex dream right before I woke up for the last time. As is always the case, she wasn't like anyone that I knew in life, but probably a composite of a number of women that I have known over the years. ... As I've said in the past, I have a habit of amplifying the emotions of those around me. Somehow I seem to be a natural conduit for those kinds of things. Maybe this explains why I like to keep to myself as often as I do. Women obviously affect me more than men and naturally this leads me to Ann. Silence prevailed for most of Friday night, which wasn't that unexpected since she had left early the night before. Rather than letting it bother me I read my magazine and waited for the time to pass. It wasn't until Nicole and I started talking that Ann came to life. Somehow hearing the two of us talk must have eliminated the underlying tension. Quite simply Ann was tired, worn out and exhausted. All that she wanted to do was go home and sleep, so I said goodnight and she left. ... As much as I like writing here, there are times when I can not stand it. Writing makes me linger for far too long on certain moments in time, when I should just let them go. Small infractions become fixed and take on larger meanings than they should. A small episode becomes a lengthy drama that lingers for days. Then again I am prone to melodrama.
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