This morning I dreamed that I was on the observation deck of a miles-tall skyscraper built wholly, it seemed, of blued steel, and as I gazed into the gray clouds, a massive tornado materialized in several seconds' passing and I stared and turned and ran and fell prone, trying to slip beneath the sudden rushing wind, and clung to the floor's cold grillwork, watching over my shoulder as those still standing were plucked off their feet, and woke.
Christmas was actually pretty cool -- cell phone, printer, refrigerator, an ant farm filled with luminescent space gelatin, some Sudoku stuff, wasabi peanuts, too much dark chocolate, and a wonderful array of gift cards. I gave Stephanie a pocket-knife of the kind that would get her arrested at school and she seems to like it.
I went to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe with Diana last night, and then we talked about sex for a few hours in our usual fashion, which is fairly odd, considering the facts.
posted on Thursday, December 29, 2005
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