God,
I had an incest dream last night, I think.
I was trying to talk to Milquetoast and she was upset about Jack and we were talking about something like getting "futzed up" and we were talking about something else and I heard David Wallace say, "Please don't think I don't care." And I bit her upper lip animatronically. I was scared she was angry and then I felt ashamed and was out with M. and used some of her monies to buy cigarettes that I just wanted to buy for her, I didn't want to smoke them. And then she wanted me to buy her steak somewhere, from two cities I can't remember what called were they.
We ended up going there, we were on the free way and then I woke up. I had an INS type video tape in my head of a woman talking about her latest novel where she falls apart and doesn't do much of anything. Critchley was interviewing her. She had a red bearded english man to the right of her, on stage sleeping while she was talking and being interviewed. It was very uneventful. So forth.
Silently Anonymous,
-The Archer