dirty feet

Yesterday night Ryn and I went out to St. Paul to go hang with Ian. We walked around his 'hood and lurked around Harriet Island and the surrounding area until the wee hours of the morning. I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful the night scene of St. Paul is from the banks of the Mississippi. I love the reflections of the street lights and buildings in the water, the ripples and waves that send little cascades of glowing color all over the otherwise black river like little underwater sea monsters, dipping and diving for our private viewing pleasure.
I love water, any form of it.
In the future I'd love to live near a river and just have the option of walking down to its banks whenever just to be there.
The night reminded me of The Great Gatsby, one of my favorite books of all time that for some reason or another, I haven't thought of in a while. I love that fervent, desperate longing Gatsby feels and how he's so deluded with his life and relationships he wouldn't even recognize truth. His overwhelming rejection of the true reality in exchange for his own reality just pulls at me for some reason in a way I can't find words to expand upon. I can't help but love that its set in the 1920s which is probably one of my favorite time periods of ever, as well. I don't know what draws me to that time. Maybe because that's when cities and skyscrapers were born. I love the city, I love walking through a forest of skyscrapers, I love being anonymous in crowds of the anonymous... I'm starting not to make sense so I'll keep it to a minimum.
For my birthday this year Ryn bought me this amazing copy of the novel with gold pages and everything.

I went to the dentist this morning and the novicane is driving me wild. I feel like its spreading through my face and into my throat. Swallowing is getting weird and my nose and eye are starting to be off too. I wonder if novicane can spread like that at all even. This feels terrible. But I'm in such a good mood that I don't really even care.

My last day of work is tonight. Its kind of sad but happy at the same time. I had some good times at the 'Bees.