09.15.02 :: 11:18 am
15 months without Tony Soprano. Later this evening, we reunite over wine and pasta. Can't wait; feels like Christmas. Had a dream this morning that two weeks from now, I was back on an airplane with my mother, heading to Greece again. Forgetting to tell my bosses that I was leaving. Plane losing altitude, nose-diving and all I can remember thinking was "No, no no no no, you fucker!" as I gripped the arm rests, held together with duct tape. Landed on a beach. Everyone OK, but the plane badly damaged. Had to taxi the rest of the way. Unreal. Today, I'm craving a sewing machine.
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