April 01, 2001
Who knows him better?
Decompressing from Kathleen's birthday party:
I dreamt that my boyfriend (or Elvis) was passed out (or dead) and some annoying girl was arguing with me about who knew him better. I was on the ground floor while she was upstairs and I heard her throwing around cliches: "appearances can be deceiving," etc. I went outside and told Erika that I was going to walk home since I was only four houses away. She wouldn't let me leave without a flashlight even though I assured her that I could find my way just fine.