Random

Got home at my usual time of 5:40ish and decided to take Asili for a walk despite it looking like it would start to rain again. Just parked the car at the fairgrounds, got Asili into her Halti and leash, walked three steps and it started to rain. Rain doesn't bother me, in fact I enjoy it, and it doesn't bother Asili either so we continued on our usual walk that takes about 30 mins. You get a lot of strange looks from people when you are out walking in the rain. I'm sure there are a lot weirder things you can do, in fact I know there are, then walk in a nice, soft summer rainfall.

I had such a weird dream last night when I finally got to sleep, and I don't remember dreams very often, but I was brought out of this one by my alarm going off (I use my cell phone and every morning I wake up to Ed the Sock yelling "Hey! Come on! Answer the phone. Aren't you the idiot who thought this would be better than a ringtone?" - really need to change that as it's getting annoying). At any rate I lived in this little wooden hut as part of a village in the middle of nowhere. My whole family lived in this village and is was dusty and dry. In my dream I was sleeping and was woken up by the sound of a loud ringing bell, the kind they use in bomb raids (probably because I had read "Night" a Memoir about a man who survived the holocaust on Saturday) and I ran out of my hut carrying Asili (she was still a little puppy). Dozens of planes were flying by overhead and they were dropping bombs everywhere. The bombs looked like GIANT red capsules (probably because I've been having such bad headaches and taking so many liquid gels because other than the colour and size difference they looked exactly like them, though it could also have something to do with the book I'm currently reading). The 'bombs' would land and didn't explode on impact, it took several minutes until they did. So in this way the entire village (really my family) could outrun the bombs. That was really pretty much my entire dream. Woke up quite disturbed though it doesn't sound as upsetting as it felt in the moment.

After reading "Night" I started "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. It's his memoir about his six weeks in rehab recovering from his severe alcohol and crack addiction. Between sleeping on the swing outside and swimming, all I did on Sunday was read. I can't put the book down. Took it to work in case I had a moment to read. Got to work with 5 mins to spare, so read a few pages before going in. Took it with me to lunch at Timmies and read for the few minutes before Heather showed up. Is it wrong to be addicted to a book about another person's addictions? I've heard other people say too that they just couldn't put it down. Naturally that's a mark of a good book, but I feel a bit weird about it. I'm over half way done now. I'm off to read a few hours before bed.