what a day

today, when i haven't been asking strangers for five thousands dollars, eating leftover tofu, or discussing nocturnal emissions with my yin and mentor, i've been receiving unsolicited emails from one of my dearest high school friends.

the last time i saw him was years ago at his parents' home, and i blew him off so i could return to the car. i was impatient, [she] was waiting, and it seems so incredible now that he was the link that brought the two of us together. he, as much as anyone, can appreciate the enormity of the Dreaming, and i look forward to sharing what as happened since i woke. but this is beside the point.

the point is that all the money, wet dreams, and day-old tofu in the world can never replace reconnecting with the ones you love.