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With the exception of the lingering cough, it's been a good week and weekend. A fun mix of gaming activities, a date with jeliza, two dinner's with loree at my favorite Alki Cafe, and a reasonably productive week at work.

For most of the past several nights I've been knocking myself out with Nyquill. My dreams have been really whacky and chemical-induced, not particularly helped by Koshka's recent bitching before my alarm goes off in the morning rather than after--probably because she figures I'm not really sleeping well anyhow I might as well get off my butt and do her bidding. In fact, the other night I had a dream I was drowning thanks to my subconscious mixing in the cold's symptoms of post-nasal drip. Not fun.

Anyhow, Saturday morning I woke up from a fitful night with this image of an old angst-ridden dream about Kim. It was more a memory than a fresh dream, really just an image and this flash of anger and loss. It threw my mood off most of the morning, really more out of frustration that such feelings were still so powerful after nearly eight years of utter fucking irrelevance to anyone else but me.

I had committed to running a game in the morning, but bailed on the second game slot so I could get home, relax, and clean house--which I hadn't done in a few weeks and I generally find it cathartic. As I often do I had music playing, and thanks to the mood I felt an urge to listen to some fairly angst-ridden tracks although truth-be-told that probably describes 75% of my music collection.

Cut to a few hours later on at dinner with jeliza during our weekly date night. We spent some time casting about for a mutual dinner venue choice, and ended up having Chinese food at Maple Leaf near my place. Being a weekend and a Chinese place, they had a Karaoke night going on in the bar which could be heard pretty clearly in the dining area. We spent much of dinner talking about our music tastes and being amused/disgusted at the performances and the often unfortunate choice of songs to sing while drunk.

At one point, unknown girl A, who had been singing without a single key change the entire evening, attempted to sing Lisa Loeb's Stay. One of the very self-same songs I had spent my afternoon recalling lost loves and feeling that connection with the music and memory. Yet somehow hearing this girl murder this song seem to put the utter self-indulgence and pointless of my angst into sharp relief and proper perspective.

Now all I have to do is get her to do the same to about 1000 other songs and my angst-ridden days are behind me!