So, I had a dream. . .
I had a sream where 23 year old pisskop was going to a party with friends that reminded him of college (specifically the older ones who had the connections) and he was looking forward to it. He really wanted to date (i.e. not just sleep with) this one girl; who recipricated, but she was shy, and college is not a great place for the shy. pisskop kept getting pulled off on some (somehow non-alcoholic, no actual booze anywhere in the dream) adventure wherein he would end up in some orgie or discussing some liberal agenda.
Also present was the infamous scene from the back of his mind where he walked through the drive in shirtless in the snow on a bet, but lost because he was picked up by sorority girls. Three girls in a car clearly interested in him, and he chked. pisskop was sad in that part of the dream.
As the party wound down (despite its ambiguous space-time laws) Fusco got increasingly tired and desperate to got increasingly desperate to go home with the cute but shy girl. She was less willing after seeing his antics, and he saw several end-games in sight (other mates). She then pulled out an Ace of Spades - she had crafted two giant loaves of bread and sewn them together. They were man-sized, and resembled a bed. In the end I went home with the cheap fluzy hosting the party (because we had left to go get something) and she ended up ditching me for real sleep and I slept alone in the living room next to the stoners. Then pisskop woke up.
I am sad because clearly I miss the parties, and the sex, and the drugs; but those things aren't me anymore. They aren't helpful, and I haven't moved on as well as I thought I had. . . On the flip side Giant loaves of bread for beds!