A Day Off
This morning you made me coffee and listened to me narrate my very lucid dreams from last night. Maybe if I read you to sleep every night, I will have such dreams and wake up early enough from them to rub your belly as you sleep.
Something miraculous happened in my dream last night.
Large flashing, colorful bubbles fell from the sky. I asked a random man in my dream what they were and he said that it was Summer Snow, that ice formed inside those protective bubbles so that they would not melt. The most amazing part of the dream was when I watched a bunch of these bubbles float into a random Jeep Cherokee, causing it to rock back and forth. Lights flashed and it seemed as if a galaxy was forming on the inside of the vehicle. And then all of a sudden, random golden equations began floating in the air like some diagram. It was telling me the speed of light. Strange.
I ran approximately five miles on the Rachel Carson Trail today. Took a video of white tail deer running away from me.IThen went to Walmart and walked around, watching and following people. At some point while I was looking through one of those huge movie bins, I saw probably eight different men, all at once, and all spanning from ages as young as twenty-three and as old as seventy, walking around with these old-man hats that are actually termed "newsboy caps". They're really popular among old men and hipsters.
It was a very surreal experience for me. The whole hipster culture, actually, is a very surreal and almost-ugly experience for me.
Speaking of hipster culture, many left-wing environmentalists are disappointed in Obama's potential choice of Senator Salazar (a man that hardly goes seen without his cowboy hat and boots) as the head of the Department of the Interior. He is a rancher and said to be a moderate democrat. Some man on the radio was pissed, saying, "Well, we're all a bit disappointed. Obama promised us change." Naive.
I have been cooking a lot now that school is finished until January. I administer black beans into almost everything I make. It's absolutely fabulous. Oh, and don't forget the sundried tomatoes. And now for some pictures of wonderful things from my life these past few weeks.
Len used an old Vodka bottle and made it into a Charles Bukowski relic. It says, "These words I write keep me from total madness." And it has Bukowski's caricature signature.
Necklace I made for Kevin.
Two awesome fellows.
Him. Mine.
My beautiful nephew Aaron about to make Christmas cookies.
Me on the trail today.
My weird concoction I called dinner today. Chicken breast, black beans, red onion, sundried tomatoes, oregano, and creamy dijon.
Something miraculous happened in my dream last night.
Large flashing, colorful bubbles fell from the sky. I asked a random man in my dream what they were and he said that it was Summer Snow, that ice formed inside those protective bubbles so that they would not melt. The most amazing part of the dream was when I watched a bunch of these bubbles float into a random Jeep Cherokee, causing it to rock back and forth. Lights flashed and it seemed as if a galaxy was forming on the inside of the vehicle. And then all of a sudden, random golden equations began floating in the air like some diagram. It was telling me the speed of light. Strange.
I ran approximately five miles on the Rachel Carson Trail today. Took a video of white tail deer running away from me.IThen went to Walmart and walked around, watching and following people. At some point while I was looking through one of those huge movie bins, I saw probably eight different men, all at once, and all spanning from ages as young as twenty-three and as old as seventy, walking around with these old-man hats that are actually termed "newsboy caps". They're really popular among old men and hipsters.
It was a very surreal experience for me. The whole hipster culture, actually, is a very surreal and almost-ugly experience for me.
Speaking of hipster culture, many left-wing environmentalists are disappointed in Obama's potential choice of Senator Salazar (a man that hardly goes seen without his cowboy hat and boots) as the head of the Department of the Interior. He is a rancher and said to be a moderate democrat. Some man on the radio was pissed, saying, "Well, we're all a bit disappointed. Obama promised us change." Naive.
I have been cooking a lot now that school is finished until January. I administer black beans into almost everything I make. It's absolutely fabulous. Oh, and don't forget the sundried tomatoes. And now for some pictures of wonderful things from my life these past few weeks.
Len used an old Vodka bottle and made it into a Charles Bukowski relic. It says, "These words I write keep me from total madness." And it has Bukowski's caricature signature.
Necklace I made for Kevin.
Two awesome fellows.
Him. Mine.
My beautiful nephew Aaron about to make Christmas cookies.
Me on the trail today.
My weird concoction I called dinner today. Chicken breast, black beans, red onion, sundried tomatoes, oregano, and creamy dijon.