contemplativeBut then I went back to the room and chatted with friends, and Jana showed up, and we talked about going down to the bar for drinks. She looked great, and was wearing a purple t-shirt with some sort of chinese circular mandala thing that's naggingly familiar. I told her how important she was to me, and how I wasn't sure what I'd do if she ever was no longer around. And at that point, something nagged at the back of my head, something important I had forgotten, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I woke up shortly thereafter and figured out what it was. She was dead, has been for a few years, now. And I had already had to figure out what to do, with her no longer around.
Okay, this is now an official theme. Death and change and who knows what else. I wonder what all is going on in my subconcious.
