There are few times when this diary does not reflect in full how I feel, or when I feel I need to censor my self and omitt things from the record. This is one of those times. Instead of the facts, you get vageuness, an explanation as bizarre as the dream last night. Strange for how strange it wasn't. I can't see straight, don't know how to interpret it or, if I had a sequel to the dream, how it would play out. I'm not sure how much trust I want to put on a maybe. Write, write, write, erase, erase, erase... Maybe. What if. Possibly. Should have. Would have. Could have. Maybe. Would it matter? A dream shouldn't trouble a person so, but this one kept me up a while. I couldn't even tell you what it was about either; a bunch of strange nothingness, really. I think I'm just tired. Last night Kris and I went out. He inherited tickets to see Doubt, a raved-about play that merited the attention. We seem to always run late to the theatre, so after ten minutes of no service at one restaurant, we got in the car and drove through In-N-Out and had a spontanious and stuff-your-mouth dinner on a cold picnic table. It was actually very sweet, snuggling together with our cheep burgers and fries, dressed for the theatre. The show was excellent. A little difficult to understand some of the voices at times, but excellent. Kris made the observation that we both watch performances different ways; When we go to hear a band or percussion group, he critisizes it and hears the good and bad whereas I just like or don't like the way it sounds. At the theatre, I'm marveling over how well the play was written and the tech work and acting, and he's focused on a funny line and the overall affect. So very different people. It is our greatest strength, and also our greatest downfall. Nevertheless, we make it work. The night was nice and relaxing. Sometimes I enjoy hanging around in pj's more than going out. I think it's because I feel we're more ourselves in the privacy of a den. It might embarrass him to say this, but he is growing up. Sometimes I have to remind my self that there is an age different, and the gap gets smaller as we get older. I do love him. Carrie