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So Mike got in a head on collision with a car. (He was on a bike.) I'm thinking "didn't that happen to Cedar, too?" but evidently this was a much worse one, as he has fractured bits of his body and a while around the time it happened which he doesn't really remember.
So he called me last night kind of doped up on Vicodin, and told me about it, and... I find it really scary. I guess that's normal. Car accidents are scary. But as usual I expect myself to have a lot more distance than I really do.
So, my thoughts are over there instead of here, and it was hard to sleep. And when I did sleep I dreamed my cat was terminally ill and I kept having to take her on trains. I lived in DC and I was trying to take the train back there from somewhere in the Midwest, but the people on the train didn't like the ID I had, and they wanted me to take a different train to Iowa to fix this problem. But I had to go to DC! Right then! Then I found my passport, and was worried they wouldn't like that for ID either.
Speaking of which, I wonder where my passport is.
So he called me last night kind of doped up on Vicodin, and told me about it, and... I find it really scary. I guess that's normal. Car accidents are scary. But as usual I expect myself to have a lot more distance than I really do.
So, my thoughts are over there instead of here, and it was hard to sleep. And when I did sleep I dreamed my cat was terminally ill and I kept having to take her on trains. I lived in DC and I was trying to take the train back there from somewhere in the Midwest, but the people on the train didn't like the ID I had, and they wanted me to take a different train to Iowa to fix this problem. But I had to go to DC! Right then! Then I found my passport, and was worried they wouldn't like that for ID either.
Speaking of which, I wonder where my passport is.