December 5, 2001 
Wednesday

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     I had a dream last night that I was talking to Jason Giambi, the first baseman for the Oakland A's.  I was trying to convince him to stay with the A's instead of signing with the Yankees.  I think we were in my boss's office where I worked this summer in the World Trade Center. He was wearing a bad shirt. In the dream, I was also a major league firstbasemen, and also a free agent, but much less sought after than Giambi. So there was a speck of reality in the dream.  Anyway, I was telling him to stay with the A's because I wanted him to settle on a place, because as long as he was still available, I didn't know where I would be playing, since he was obviously the first choice of any team looking for a firstbasemen.  Come to think of it, I  might've actually been the Yankees' firstbasemen, Tino Martinez, in the  dream.  He's being dumped so they can go after Giambi.  Anyway, that seemed interesting.

      So what else is going on?  I've been keeping rather busy.  Lots of going out and socializing and meeting new people and whatnot.  With the requisite drinking and going to bars, etc.  I've been working a little less at night as well, and now I'm finding it hard to get back into that routine.  The guitar lessons are going well, but I'm not practicing nearly as much as I should be.  I've spent most of my time doing things in an effort to have fun.  I baked a pineapple upsidedown cake on Sunday, just for the hell of it. The upstairs neighbors are always baking things and always coming down to ask if we have any butter or baking soda or something.  It's too bad matt took his video camera back.  I could record these little encounters and post them on the internet, and just label them "Part 1 of 20" or something like that.  I didn't think people actually asked neighbors for baking supplies.  So it sounds like a cheesy porn plot. Right? hmmm...  Regardless, the constant baking atmosphere sort of got me in the mood. And who doesn't like cake?

      Anyway, so lately I've just been walking around with a mild and vague sense of amusement.  Or maybe that's just today.  I have a very short-term mood retention lately.

      On a grander, more cosmic note, I feel like I'm finally emerging from the doom and gloom of the last, oh, year and a half.  Gosh, that doesn't seem that long when you sum it up like that.  But it was a lifetime ago.  There have been false alarms of recovery and then regressions into the terribleness over that time, but I think this one might just be for real.  Though of course there are some things I miss, and some things I'll probably never get over- or forgive.  But i feel much better now.