i had a weird dream last night after gwynny stole the covers. i'm not saying it's causal, but there's gotta be a connection between weird dreams and freezing toes.

anyway:

fidel, myself, my old highschool pal cecilia, and a bunch of other folks were at a rejuvenation clinic on some private tropical island. the ambiance was very the island (that rotten michael bay movie). each of us went into rejuvenation, and had 44 years added to our lifespan. i was sad, because i would now outlive all of my friends and family. i talked to fidel about it, and he said that he didn't mind, because he would be able to comfort those close to him as they reached the end of their lives - they wouldn't have to die alone. besides, he said, cuba needed him. i felt better after that. i spoke with cecila about it, too, but i can't recall what she had to say about it. unfortunately neither scarlett or ewan were there.