Languishing in bread, to steal a phrase.

Have you ever been dreaming and in that dream you're writing, scribbling furiously, a pencil clutched in your hand? Always when I wake up from that kind of dream I expect to find the pencil still in my hand, because my hand has clenched itself in my sleep. A few nights ago I dreamed I had a large twist of soft french bread. And in my dream I tore off a piece, held it in my hand, and popped it into my mouth. What happened then was that I immediately woke up owing to the fact that I had, in my sleep, put a crumpled up tissue into my mouth thinking it was dream bread. I always fall asleep with a tissue in my hand and I usually wake up with one crumpled inside either fist, but this is the first time my brain has taken a real-life fist clench and incorporated it into my dreams instead of the other way around.

So let it be written, so let it be done

The semester is over. This is the only Saturday I have to enjoy myself before shooting starts and I am sick - the kind of sick where the inside of my nose looks and feels like cornflakes. So I will probably not be doing all those errands I meant to do today - like buying storage bins for the show's props, going to the fabric store so I can make a skirt, or showering. I'll be busy watching The Ten Commandments if anyone needs me.

p.s. I have a mouth ulcer in the back of my throat. This week may suck big time.

future battery and assault

Dear Garrett of the HLRC,
Despite the accusations coming out of your smug face, I didn't lose your stupid power cord. It may have something to do with the fact that your incompetent staff didn't even check one out to me, so if you charge me for it I'll be forced to come back to the HLRC and give your shins the kicking of a lifetime.

Love,

Genuine P. Draft

English speaking ears

I filmed another debate in Chinese today, but I don't speak Chinese, so I listened without understanding anything while my ears picked up on words that sounded like they could be English. In today's debate someone made a statement and the opposing side responded with something that sounded like "way huge homo". Now there's a clever rebuttal - your opponent traps you with his argument so you respond by calling him a way huge homo forcing the debate into an "am not- are too" direction. Or at least that's what I imagined was going on - like I said, I don't speak Chinese.

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Friday I made a whole huge batch of chicken enchiladas, and after Optimistic. and I had had our way with them there were still six left over. So I froze them and can now enjoy an enchilada anytime I want, including right now. Scientists agree that this is possibly the best decision I have ever made, second only to deciding to like enchiladas.