Last night, I had a dream that all my friends were throwing me a goodbye party. I don’t know where I was going, but it was the greatest party. I was giddy because I was having so much fun when everyone suddenly left because they had other plans for the night. I wanted to go with them, but nobody invited me. I don’t think this has anything to do with the current status of my life.

I feel like I’m floating out in the open sea. My instinct is to grab on to the first thing that passes, perhaps a slimy board. But maybe if I relax and float a bit, a big whale will come by, and he’ll tell my with his eyes to hop on his back. We’ll go great places, that whale and I.