I had the most incredibly strange but entirely fun dreams last night… one of those dreams that changes subjects again and again but still retains a certain amount of central coherency. Isn’t it funny how dreams can turn at the drop of a dime? One minute you’re battling an evil witch and the next she’s your beautiful wife and instead of holding a broom she’s holding the hand of what appears to be your child, ya know? Anyhow, my dream was rockin’. {long incoherent dream edited out for the benefit of the reader}
As it turned out, it was kryptonite, or at least whatever the kryptonite to my pseudo-superboy would be. I laid helplessly on the floor while the producer informed me “that your contract is up.” And, so, i woke up.
Archives for January 2001
I take everything awful i said about that RadioHead album back. i was just at a party (you know, partying), and it came on, and suddenly it made more sense to me than anything else in the universe. It crawled into my ear and now i don’t think it’s going to leave my head. And, now i’m here with my cd’s and i have nothing that can put me where that cd was headed… nothing. I have half a mind to download it all right now… do you see how awful this is for me? Instead i’ll just turn on the bubble lamp. Remind me tomorrow to tell you about all the jogging i did tonight