I tried something different last night.  Inspired by a CBS News story yesterday on the spread of casual dress to major law offices, I decided to stop swimming upstream and just go with the flow.  Instead of my usual suit, tie, and black dress shoes I went to bed wearing only a T-shirt, Dockers, and sandals.  Ended up sleeping better than I have in years, though there were certain disadvantages. 
     For one thing, the dream babes kept their distance because I wore socks with my sandals in a vain attempt to keep the bedbugs from biting.
     For another, I think I blew my interview with the placement agency that had promised on the phone to find me a position in one of the better nightmares.  Ended up screaming away for 6 hours in one of those the-monster-is-coming-
and-my-legs-are-stuck-in-molasses things exactly as if I were a kid on summer break and not the adult male with 40 years of nightmare experience behind me that I am.  I haven't felt so over-qualified for a position since I did some work as a temporary end table for a lady who was having her usual furniture refinished. 
     Hope to have better luck tonight when I go talk to the casting director for a real bad dream a big money guy in Columbus hopes to produce for his ungrateful son soon.  My role would be a small one - just one more of those "innocent victim caught in the jowls of a rampaging dragon" bit parts that I do so well - but the ad said that there was the possibility of advancement to "ambiguous figure in the kitchen" if the dragon is suitably impressed with my tolerance for whole body droolment.  Not much more fame and glory in that, but the all-the-dream-food-you- can-eat-between-takes clause intrigues me. 
     That's why I'll be taking along a clip-on tie for my polo shirt.  I blow this and it's back to the suit and tie for sure.

     So much for my night.  This morning I've been working on a new project that I call "Horoscopes For Cats."  I figure our pets deserve to know how to live their lives in tune with the stars above just as much as people do - maybe more so since cats aren't constantly trying to get me to sign up for a new Visa card.  If you happen to be a cat or know someone who is, feel free to check it out.

     Oops, gotta go.  Seems there's a dragon at my door who wants to go over a few lines before my audition tonight.  Guess he thinks I have a real shot at this gig.
Wow!
     I just hope he isn't one of those beasts who demands that I call him Mr. Monster or sleep with his ugly daughter. 
     Damn.  Dreamland was such a better place to work in before it was bought out by Sony....