I have been feeling quite stressed at the moment. Sourcefire is slated to release 4.7 to the market, and I am tired. This place really knows how to suck the will to live out of you.
I had a dream, maybe it was a memory construed into a waking dream, about christian yesterday. We were sitting somewhere watching TV or something. John King was there. We started talking about something. Christian would occasionally interject a "tchea" every so often. But, in my dream, I seemed to be the only one that knew it wasn't real. I tried to tell John, "he's not really there, all of these things we are talking about he cannot hear." John didn't understand. Christian had a pale greyish tone to him, but not the way he did when he was alive from too many drugs. It was as if everything about him was almost two dimensional, and lacked saturation of color. He was there, but in a stark, almost colorless contrast to everything around him. Even the clothes and hat he was wearing. Maybe it's why I wore a Hawaiian shirt today, because that's the last thing I remember seeing Christian wearing. He had on his hat, his black shoes, his black jeans, and that redish Hawaiian shirt he would wear. We had just installed Beryl on his laptop, so he could have super cool UI effects under linux. It was still so bleeding edge. So many things I want to say to him. Fuck. Why did you have to die on me asshole. Fuck you.
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