Bad Dreams

Ideal to Washdown Vicodin

Last night I took 3 ES Vicodin to help me sleep. That’s not really true. The last one was to help me sleep. That one I washed down with a Vodka Martini. The first two were to help me cope with consciousness. This morning I went to the gym and worked out for 3 hours. Then I stopped by the liquor store and bought:

1) Macallan
2) Ketel One
3) Kahlua
4) Mount Gay

I had to buy liquor because there was basically not a bit left in the house. Last night’s Martini used up the last of the cheap stuff (Absolut.) But this is all very odd as I do not drink. I quit drinking in February of 2001. But then, starting in December 2004, I slowly began again. With a Manhattan. It was awesome.

I can’t decide whether or not I am bummed or not. Every time I used to try and re-introduce drinking alcohol into my life it eventually turned into a disaster. But so many things have gone down over the last 5 years that I just may be able to handle it. We’ll see. Dude does not know. He would be upset.

Tomorrow I have my third interview for this job I really want (need.) The guy and I have such a great rapport. I am trying not to get sucked into this thing where potential employers don’t know how to act so they overcompensate and make you think you have a job which may not even exist.

This job would answer a lot of my problems. The last five years have been very difficult for me insofar as employment. I was laid off from a job I loved 5 years ago and nothing has really been the same since. I’ve had various jobs since then, gone back to school, tried different vocations and more or less spent every cent in savings I have ever had. This new job is very similar in description to my old job that I loved only I get the impression that the pace is a tad slower which is good. The mid to late 90s pace was not good.

I had this dream last night that Dude’s mother died. It is rare for me to have a dream that needs little or no interpretation: Dude’s mother is a cunt and she is wealthy. Her death would be received well by everyone. Except perhaps her husband who (as per the will) would need to find a new place to live within 90 days. But alas it was a dream as she is healthy as the ox she resembles. I guess I’ll have to go on hoping I get this job.