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I've been dreaming about Ade almost every night this week. Maybe because it's almost her birthday, or Zombies songs keep popping up on my iPod, or I've been on a Star Trek TNG kick lately, or because I've been reading Vonnegut. I don't know what. I haven't spoken to her since February and I can't get in touch with her and it's freaking me the fuck out. And then when I got home today from work there was a package from a book-ray I signed up for like a year and a half ago. (A book-ray is from Bookcrossing.com, where one person sends someone a book and they read it and send it to the next person down the list. Anyway I was next to last on the list for this book-ray that was started by Ade way ages ago.)

It's a weird coincidence. I'm not terribly superstitious but I'm terribly agnostic and relativist and groundless and rootless and open and confused and willing to accept the possibility of almost anything, and when I spill salt I do toss it over my shoulder into the devil's eyes, so all's I'm saying is, I hope she's okay and gets in touch with me soon...

She's my mentor, you know. And one of my best friends.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention