Note to self

The little girl seemed to belong to my brother's friend, so I figured she was in good hands and didn't stop to talk to her as I ran out to catch the bus. It was only after I helped take over the bus and woke up from the dream that I realized she was a much younger and unhappier version of me. I wonder how I got the black eye?

In the dream during my nap, someone left a message on my answering machine which I could barely hear. The only thing I was sure of was that the number the woman told me to call was my own.

Later, awake, watching the day's Angel rerun, one of those telemarketing machines left a message on my own machine. As I started to replay the message as a prelude to erasing it, I realized that the marketer's machine told my machine that its name was my own.

Note to myself: If I have something to say to me, I just need to say it already. I should know by now that I'm not good at playing these games.