Analog by Night

Sometimes I look around at people to see what I’m missing. That lonliness is not relieved, but instead deepens, as I remember that I am missing EVERYTHING. Still, I must look to other people.

Just a few minutes ago I was glancing at Slashdot when I saw this sentence, “we didn’t intend to capture this icebreaker pushing this submarine.” Imagine my shock when I suddenly remembered that last night I dreamt that I too, along with three other sailors, one of whom might have been Matthew Modine, where pushing a submarine. We were tasked with getting it out into the water. Fortunately it was at about as heavy as a car. I don’t think I’ve ever tried to push anything bigger than a car, but this time, of course, there are no wheels, so we were just grumbling about getting this ship afloat, and HOW THE FUCK DOES A SUBMARINE END UP GROUNDED LIKE THIS? I don’t remember anything else right now.

What does it mean to have to push a submarine into the water? This has everything to do with changes at my workplace.

Whenever I anticipate having a great deal of ‘work’ to do, ie. lots of labor, lots of being in front of the computer, and/or I’m really poor, I say to myself and others. I’m going underground for awhile. I hope this makes sense. I think these things may be connected.

shit.

This is the first time my bus has been late. Did I mention that I’m on the bus? Anyway, the bus was like 15 minutes
late. This is just unusual; and clearly a tad irritating.