Facebook dreams...

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I have strange dreams, with mixed people from my past in them, since the Facebook thing happened. Last night I had a long and intimate talk with a classmate from 8th grade through high school (who is not on Facebook) about leaving our archaeology careers (the classmate was never an archaeologist, to my knowledge). Then I visited my undergraduate advisor (who is not on Facebook) about my dissertation, and taking it up again, and met with a woman (a composite who doesn't exist, thus definitely not on Facebook) who had just been on Oprah, and talked to her about Gap Perfect Trousers (which I tried on this weekend at the mall but did not buy, in part because I had my pants off in the dressing room when both kids escaped by crawling under the dressing room door, and by the time I got my pants on and went after them, Dillo was outside the store and heading off in all directions. Am not yet used to having a runner for a kid. Casper never ran. She is pretty decent at chasing down and tackling the Dillo, but we try to discourage the actual tackling.)

I am very satisfied at having found my childhood best friend on Facebook. Somehow all the friends and friendly acquaintances I expected never to see again being linked to me again, however tenuously, makes me feel less lonely in this world. Like friendly apparitions in an online cloud.

Yes, I am a little tipsy (after 1 cider with a full dinner, lightweight.)