I had too much to eat for dinner last night and had strange dreams because of it.

Overeating is a rare occassion for me, but I certainly did that yesterday. After writing group we went to eat at Tucano’s, a Brazilian-themed restaurant that prides itself on offering meat straight from the spit and delivered to your table. All-you-can-eat.

I noticed that I was mentioned over on areleejensen’s LiveJournal recently.

Isaac is a skinny fellow with glasses and a somewhat impressive desire to turn writer. I don’t know how good he really is - he read snippets from rough drafts he’s written, but that was just before he tossed them on the fire. It was never enough for me to make a substantial judgment. He’s very dedicated, though… and that’s scary for people like me who want abstractly to be published but don’t work as hard as they should.

I blogged about the same campfire a few days ago. She also talks about my roommate Matthias.

Matthias was tall, dark, and had a rich European style. He stood by the fire in his silver collared shirt, pressed slacks, and expensive italian leather shoes with a hand on his hip and his thin pink lips pursed thoughtfully. I almost laughed out loud at the glorious cliche he presented as he explained in his rolling voice why he liked Vienna better than Paris. He’s the mysterious foreign exchange student… he looked like the type who would keep some Italian tucked beneath his tongue in Romantic emergencies… always ready to steal a shy glance at your legs when you cross them and your skirt creeps up.

Areleejensen sure has a knack for description. Now Matthias is a great guy, but I personally don’t think he’s as mysterious as this paragraph makes him out to be. But hey, he’s European, so we Americans like to romanticize that aspect.

Maybe I should start talking with an accent.

“Stewart!”