A part-time job just fell in my lap at school about 10 km from me. I'm stoked. It looks like a happy place, except the dude they have working there now seems a little scary. Whatever. It's good news provided the pay is okay. That will make the wedding and grad. school a for sure and maybe I will go to Africa for Christmas to visit some misisonaries and see if I want to go there next.
See, that wasn't so hard.
I've been enjoying life big time: smoking the cigars, sitting in the public bath, eating the Korean grilled meat, and reading the Bible (at different times, mostly). All things I have missed for a little while now. Me and my friend Hiroshi and my Japnese teacher all ate the grilled meat on Monday night and Hiroshi had these herbal cigarettes that smelled like pot. I kept saying, *Dude, that smells like pot* and he just smiled and offered it to me. I refused as I was working on my Dominican. Oooo-la-oooo-la-la.
That really great Bright Eyes record talks about being young enough to still believe in war. I dig that. I've been thinking about how I learned to love war as a kid, how we were always killing each other in the forest. My parents never let us have toy guns as my father understood that pointing toy guns at each other was not a healthy thing. But we had sticks. I remember, when my family moved to El Paso, I took my favorite stick.
Last night, I dreamt about my daughter again. This has happened several times, the most startling when I was awake and I saw her in a friends dining room. Jon called it Divine Daydreaming. I don't know if I agree with that. I do not want a daughter in my waking state, best I can tell. At least not for a couple of years. I also think I need to meet a girl my own age first who might help facilitate the mother side of the father/ daughter relationship. But still. I woke up feeling weird.