Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun
Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
Feb 20, 2001
Feb 19, 2001
Also had another dream. Where I was a superhero. I had 2 sons. Maybe I was one of the sons. But anyways I lost my power and my eldest son decided to torture me and the youngest son. He burned us, and left us in misery as he went out in the world to have fun. Somehow when he came back he lost his powers, and while trying to torture the youngest son I overthrow him and then take my revenge. I pull out his eyes, then put them into another demension. There was this cool 3-d effect as his eyes went through some space-time portal and through like 3 dimensions. I remember one demension being like da vinci-ish. Then I bring them back and put them back in and they don't work right, and he complains. I say "whoops you wanted surgical precision?" So I pull them back out and toss them over my shoulder into the dirt. But they were just eggs and not his real eyes. Then he can see again and learns his lesson I guess. We all end up doing chinups on a high tension electric line. Wendy was there. I guess she was the mother of my 2 kids. Very peculiar dream...
It's been over a year since I've been with Wendy, yet last night I had a dream about her. I dreamt I went looking for her, and found her in a school where I waited outside for her and surprised her as she came out of class. It was the first time I ever fell asleep in a dream. She was glad to see me, and immediately we were back together. We ended up in each others arms. I said "Don't ever leave ever again" in a crying voice as we hugged. And she said "okay". Everthing was perfect. I guess thats why they call it a dream. Wendy is the only girl I have ever really loved, and I still love her...
Feb 18, 2001
Dale Earnhardt, the seven-time Winston Cup champion and one of the most beloved stars in auto racing history, died Sunday from head injuries in a last-lap crash at the Daytona 500. He was 49. Earnhardt, known as The Intimidator for his aggressive driving, had to be cut out of his car after slamming into the wall at about 180 mph on the final turn of the race while fighting for position.
Feb 16, 2001
At work with the flu. Feeling ill. I am a trooper. I am an infector! It always has amazed me how a business or school can demand so much of my time, even when I have 102 degree temp, and feel like tossing my cookies, they'd like me to be here and be happy about it. And I've never felt quite so amused as I do when I'm at work hopped up on medicines. Everything is a blurry blur. Everyone is kind of one sided as I sit staring effortlessly at the keyboard as I type right now. Time flies by and it doesn't really matter to much, because no matter how long I have to sit here I will out of pure chemical bliss. As I stray from my point, it has always amazed me that a company would put it's workers at risks of all kinds of contagiants just to pump a little "work" out of them. Maybe it's just my company, maybe it's the corporate spunk monkeys that run the show. Anyways...
Feb 12, 2001
Note to self - (Had movie idea about Saddam and Old 70's Warren Beatty movie... you know that one where he wants to play football, and the Angel makes a mistake and takes him too early. Anyways either Saddam is taken too early and comes back in middle america and starts shit, or some peaceful guy is thrown into Saddams body, but can't speak arabic. And has to deal with the turmoil that Saddam has brought upon himself. Such as the Hiding in Palaces)
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