Saturday, January 16, 2010

I dreamt last night that the world was coming to an end and JGH and I were the only ones that saw sense and ran away, rejecting the "small routine procedure" that was being foisted upon mankind to make them / us more docile. As we ran, I was carrying several small items that were cumbersome rather than heavy and I first thought "I wonder if I might ask JGH to carry some of these" but then I didn't want to inconvenience him so I didn't. Then I thought "I hope Andy's still sitting on the sofa where we left him earlier as he might be able to build something to save us". Then I woke up.

I think Viggo Mortensen was miscast.

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