I've also realized that I have a hard time believing what people say. I mistrust them, thinking their statements are ingenuous. I need to work on that. I think it has to do with growing up always hearing broken promises and lies.

I've been having the strangest dreams. This morning's dream takes place at a McDonald's parking lost where I'm about 6 or so and my ficticious brother is ran over. Then I go into hiding from my mother, ending up at an Intel Processor conference with Beyonce Knowles exalting Xeon and Pentium processors. I leave the conference slipping through a back door and running through a park where a white woman in a long, hippish dress made of hemp and a black man are talking about some geographical food I'm unfamiliar with.

I have dinner tonight with Garrick and 6-7 of his gay, ex-mormon friends. That should be fun. I need to make the meeting prior to dinner though.