Rafting on a shifting foothold of weird dreams...

...I keep having strange dreams about people I knew for a very very short time.
I'm not sure why. This one had a bunch of David Copperfield overtones--the magician, not the book. Copperfield annoys me, always has. That fit in well with the person I was dreaming about, so maybe the spangled tights and chanting was trying to tell me something. Paging Dr Jung, white courtesy telephone, please....

Otherwise, I had another rousing day of Laundryfest, the semi-occasional festival of Tights! Soap! Wrestling for spare washers! Snapping bras!! Matching socks!!
Sneaking the really good National Geographic with the sumo wrestling pictures in it! Tracking down all the escaping underwear! Running out of quarters! Trying to find space for all the clean clothes! a 3-ring carnival of sudsy entertainment!!

Otherwise life is kinda quiet, apart from the daily anxiety attack from reading the paper. How's things?

Today on the Melodramatic Spanish Soap-Opera network...

..We present the classic episode, "Work with a Maus!"

"Give me my Anthropologie Catalog, you thieving Person!"
"Never!!! I shall never let you have it! it will make your brain stupid and make you pay too much for tchotkes! I----I care for you too much to let this happen!"
"You do?!?! You--You never told me!"
"There was never a reason before now...But now you know. So go, and do not look back. Go frost your hair again or something."


Hehhehheh...the anthropoligie catalog is mine, allllll mine.....