mystery

september 30, 2006
7:15am - hungover taryn wakes up to the sound of pete's alarm clock and turns it off.
7:20am - taryn wonders why pete didn't turn the alarm off himself.
7:22am - taryn realizes that pete is not in the bed.
7:25am - pete is not in the bedroom, on the balcony, in the closet, in the kitchen, or in the bathroom. conclusion: pete is not in the apartment but all of his stuff his.
7:26am - his car is not in the parking lot. conclusion: of course it isn't, we left it at rachael's last night after the party.
7:27am - pete is found!
7:27am - pete is completely naked and asleep on the tiny, old loveseat in the apartment lobby. he is quite happy to be naked and in the lobby.
7:28am - taryn realizes that the laundry machines have been turned on. conclusion: he has been seen like this.
7:30am - taryn and pete return to the apartment and establish that pete did in fact get back to the apartment last night as his clothes and personal possessions are here.

ideas:
1. he peed himself and wanted to wash his clothes. possible as his boxers from the evening are missing in action.
2. we had a fight and i kicked him out.
3. ninjas.

as i remember nothing more of the evening than getting out of the cab and thinking "i wonder if anybody would notice if i puked beside that dumpster" i really can't offer much insight.

dreambaby

i've been having funny little dreams lately that i can't really distinguish from reality. like pete telling me that i should get an electric toothbrush because it will cut my brushing time in half. or seeing candice outside of the sub. i don't have dreams very often. well, now i do. but i never really used to. pete would say "what did you dream about?" and i would say "nothing." and there was no feeling that i did have a dream and forgot it, it was purely nothing. and now there's always something there. some dream that i promise to remember and then forget. or there's those little dreams. maybe parts of big dreams or maybe just random glimpses into my subconscious. is that where dreams come from? i took psychology in high school and got 100% (bragbragbrag) but all i remember is about pavlov's dog (i also learned about that in motor learning second year) and that 1 in 5 albertans suffers from depression. i also remember a woman that came to talk to us about schizophrenia and she convinced me that one day i would become schizophrenic because i always used to be scared to think things because i could never tell who could hear my thoughts. she did not actually convince me but she talked about how paranoia is a leading symptom. that is not a normal behaviour so i was thinking about how if i knew i was going to get schizophrenia then when i got it i would be able to say "no, taryn, those voices aren't real. ignore them. you are just schizophrenic." that's kind of unimportant now and i don't think like that anymore. anyway, i've been having dreams lately.

303

our apartment is small and oldfashioned and it smells like body odor if we don't leave the windows open. we have a tv now and a futon for guests. we're supposed to sleep on it until we get a bed but the air mattress is where we usually find ourselves. i don't mind. most nights we both end up rolling into the middle, not much more than an inch of air protecting us from the ground. he mumbles in his sleep and puts his arm around me and it makes all those days we spent apart worth it.