First, I proved today (yet again) that I really have lost all ability to flirt.
Second, one can't control one's dreams. They happen. And yet I spent all day feeling vaguely guilty about my dreams last night. On one level, I realize that they are just a manifestation of my current tight focus on the very topic of crushes. On the other hand, they were pretty hot dreams.
Sigh.
Russia's The Dead Hand
15 years ago
