May 19, 2006 23:52
Still nuts.
Must find a doc in Livingston to re-prescribe pills.
The end.
Apart from a really weird dream about an 18 inch bright blue seahorse which floated in the beer garden, then bit me. And then I decided I ought to go to the hospital in case it had rabies, but first I had to find it again so I could put up yellow police tape in a 6ft radius around it so it didn't get out and bite any customers and they'd sue us. Yellow police tape apparently has this power. Don't ask.
I kind of miss the dull dreams of washing up.