I know I haven't really updated much since Bob died, and I figured this would be an OK return to LiveJournal, albeit brief.
Here, then, is the email:
I had a dream that you and I went to see "Rent." Then I was walking down the stairs and I was blind and Dan (Bob's roommate) stopped to help me, although I said I didn't need any help. The stairs became very M.C. Escher-like. Then I got outside and my legs were all twisted up and I made out with Adam Sandler and we fell to the ground. He was a terrible kisser.
Oh, and to the asshole who posted religious spam in reply to my journal entry about Bob's funeral, I wrote this.