Talk about weird dreams. Last night I had a wacky dream, possibly brought on by drugs (except I didn’t do any). I dreamt that I woke up and my dad was here, getting my roommates fiance to tailor him a jacket or suit. For some reason my roomate also suddenly had more and better computer equipment than I (some wack ass seat thing with space age like bells and whistles all over it). Not only that but in my dream I was late for work already, and they were laughing at me because of it. I woke up in real life because I thought I was already late for work to find that I still had 30 min of sleep left. whew. Oh yea, and in my dream I returned from bombing russia in a modified B-52 bomber, and was sneaking contraband back into the country (this part, minus the contraband stuff, obviously came from the book Flight of the Old Dog, which I’m currently reading.
Oh also, I got a mention on a ramblings page. The author (Sonya) had many nice things to say about me (she used one of my poems on the page. I also made it onto her list of Sex in a Can (#4 whohooo!).