RoaringRyokan

OK. Check it: I looked up lucid dreaming online, because the internet tubes are my friends, and it turns out step one in lucid dreaming is remembering your dreams, which I guess makes sense.

So, I’ve started keeping a dream journal, which has lead me to the following realization: my dreams are weird; like, real weird.

Dudes with lobster pincers for hands, dead bodies buried in my kitchen. Hillary Clinton palling around w/me; yeah, disturbing, no?

The short of it is: I’ve got to learn to lucid dream if for no other reason than too keep Hilary Clinton out of my head! Its a matter of survival, at this point.

OK. So the NY Times is so so, in my book. Much better than the Press Democrat or San Francisco Chronicle (my local papers), but really not much better than them either. The Times of London IS much better, but I have news folks (pardon the pun): Salon.Com kicks the butts of all those papers. Salon.Com gives me warm fuzzies and tingles and makes me want to make sweet, sweet love to my monitor. It is awesome.

I’m gonna give the Times of London some more attention, and also try the Washington Post too. I’ll keep you in the loop. And I’ll try to keep it PG, however, Salon.Com makes that very hard for me.

I cleaned out the whole thing except for my wardrobe and half of my office. Sweet Lord, I have very full recycling bins, and a whole trunk fool of goodwill stuff.

Next stop: clear out the wardrobe and the rest of my office, then hit the storage unit like a freight-train hitting a bath-tub full of jello. Its gonna be carnage…for my crap!