The other morning I woke up from a dream (nightmare?) about grad school with real tears streaming down my face. Fo' reals. Brian was sleeping, unaware of the trembling panic-stricken girlfriend lying beside him.
The other night I stumbled around the streets of Toronto in what can only be compared to a night shared with the wombmate several years ago. The "art" is all a blur, and I can't quite remember what was said, but I had on the loveliest and warmest red sweaterjacket (hello fall!), and the boy by my side, and it really was quite perfect.