1/31/06
Last night I was grateful for raddidge. Grateful she's not a shrew who would get her panties in a bunch because I use the word "fuck".

Bunch of dark ages philistines out here think fuck is a word which would unmake all of creation.

I had a dream that had me writing down the aspects of a dream within a dream. It's largely unremembered because everything felt so real that I wasn't aware that I was in the act of dreaming. Olympics Guy says that some other people in the neighborhood, at different locations, also received the letter and that the letter was sent out three years ago to him. The week feels like it's going to be needlessly long but I can't afford to go home early but I can finagle in about four hours if it's truly necessary. Perhaps it'll happen on Friday.