Strange Dream
Last night, by the way, I dreamed that I had to improvise an opera about being buried alive. And naked.
All I can figure is that it’s a conspiracy between Sigmund Freud, Edgar Allen Poe, and Wayne Brady to control my dreams.
Last night, by the way, I dreamed that I had to improvise an opera about being buried alive. And naked.
All I can figure is that it’s a conspiracy between Sigmund Freud, Edgar Allen Poe, and Wayne Brady to control my dreams.
Zing!
(I’m waaaaaaaay behind in google reader, lest you notice a trend in my comments on old posts.)
(Oh, also: clicking in from google is no longer resulting in errors, so that’s all good)