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DefensiveDriving

11:50pm CST Wednesday 15 November 2000

I attended Part I of II Comedy Defensive Driving course today after work. The guy was pretty funny and I took notes on his funniness, but I'm just too tired to relate it all. I will say, however, that I went googoo for the cuteness of Drew Barrymore at age 7 or 8 on Johnny Carson's greatest Moments tape. Oh my gosh Drew Barrymore is sooooo CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!

I told Wende that I would only leave Wende for Drew Barrymore. Not Tori Amos, not Madonna, not Amanda Peet. Not even Cameron Diaz. Well, maybe Cameron Diaz. I'm tired. Good night.

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Dream.1

4:10am CST Wednesday 15 November 2000

(dream)

At work, 3 different hard drives were removed from other machines and placed into my computer, so I would have huge amounts of storage space on my computer. I got the F and G drives from our main server and I got the H drive from Kasi's machine. While I was erasing all the information from the drives, Drew brushed some cracker crumbs off my diary that was sitting on my desk or something. Drew is meticulously clean.

I began stretching while the hard drive was being cleaned and found myself in a ballet class, just learning a single knee bend balance thing. right foot touching the ground on the outer edge only and left knee supporting the entire body weight and deep knee bend with left knee and right foot extends out during the deep knee bend and then back up, with left arm pointed in the air and right arm out. We did these over and over and my balance was shaky, but I was able to do it. My instructor helped correct my form. Once I had done several reps with deep left knee bends, I switched to deep right knee bends.

In the class was Christine from the dorms at UH (not my ex girlfriend Christine, but this Chrstine was on the swim team or maybe track and field) she was in the ballet claass with me and I sat down behind her and rubbed her back (as I had done many times in the cafeteria at UH) and told her what a good friend she has been all these years. (*) She thanked me and told me the story of her band attending a ntional drum corps competition which is how she got the drum corps competition sweatshirt she was wearing.

Someone commented that even thought they had a great competition, the main judge didn't like their show because they had cussing in it, even though the cussing was not actually spoken, just implied.

I looked up while rubbing her back and saw a large note to me written on a poster and taped to the wall. Something like

ROB: when you finish the fundraiser,
give the money to _____ and something
something blah blah blah

and I thought about how I would show them all and really make a lot of dough for them in this fundraiser, which basically amounted to selling cookies or candies to all our friends and neighbors like a highschool band or choir fundraiser.

(*) This Christine I have not spoken to outside of the lunch room at UH. Maybe I saw her on campus a couple of times, but we never dated and I have never been in touch with her since I graduated 5 years ago, except for now in this dream. I even had to take a few minutes to think of her name before I got up to write this entry.

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Laura

11:42pm CST Wednesday 15 November 2000

I drove carefully all the way home after defensive driving and found Laura parked in our driveway. As I opened the door, the phone was ringing with Wende on the other end. Both Laura and Wende were hungry so we left immediately for dinner. Black Eyed Pea planned to close 5 minutes after we arrived at their parking lot, so we visited La Jaliscience, the best Mexican food within 2 blocks of me an' Wende's house.

I confided in Laura just how much I appreciated our relationship back in 1992, especially in retrospect. She patted my head, "it did a lot for me too." It's a good thing Wende arrived just then or I might have gotten all mushy.

We talked about books and the Baytown Tunnel and Chicago and movies and Drew Barrymore and just had a lovely dinner. Tiredness quickly approaching encouraged us all to go home. We offered our guest bedroom to Laura, but she chose to stay at her aunt's, as was the original plan, "otherwise, she'll wake up in the morning and wonder where I am."

Hugs to Laura and see ya hopefull sooner than later. Bedtime for us now.

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