Mood:
It's 1111. Palindromic, like Merry's age.
I have read the entire paper, mostly in the bathtub enjoying the solitude of the morning after driving Merry to work. Her suggestion, so that she won't spend to much time hanging out afterwards.
Her birthday went well. Morning opening of presents, then a meal at BigBoy. Stuffed we retired for a long nap. After which I had a haircut and she shopped at Keen's. Afterwards we went to the Jar for a snootful, and lost wages to KENO, and then off to Corey's for Italian subs, Rubens, and the delicious rum tort from Roma Bakery I had picked up that morning. We shared with the waitress and bartender and shift manager Tony, I think that was his name. Then stopped back by the Jar to share the same with Deb and the waitress.
Stuffed like sausages we slept deeply. Me dreaming of laying around with a band as it warmed up then performed at a dark indeterminate venue. Another band came by and was it seems better in some way. The dream continued with me getting into a steel tube with explosives inside, helping to determine the usefulness of the new unexplained aircraft. I adamantly refused to do it a second time but others were willing as I listened to the rather muffled report of the explosion after the end of the tube was sealed. The person emerged, none the worse for wear as we watched the large and strange aircraft fly over us.
Perhaps it was the corned beef. Maybe the pepperoncinis.
Todays list, laundry, laundry then more laundry.

Posted by weird2/gardner
at 11:58 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, December 20, 2005 12:07 PM EST
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