mjj (flemmings) wrote,

I'm ready for the dry season to start. Any time. Except it isn't going to for at least another five days and I shall be limping about with the rainy season owies until Thursday. Or Friday. Or whenever.

Yesterday I slept into noon, not waking except to roll over occasionally. Today I managed to wake up at 10:30, from a dream about Virginia Woolf, or rather some people arguing about Virginia Woolf and trying to blame her suicide on her husband, who was Donald Rumsfeld, so he probably was guilty as charged.
Tags: dreams, rl_21

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