Saturday, February 23, 2008


Last night seemed a fertile night for dreams. Maybe it was the snow. What I can remember...

  • being in the White House, walking in the service level before going to the main level
  • kissing a friend in Paris as she went off to find a book by a buddy of mine
  • looking in the mirror at my six-pack abs (which is slowly, slowly becoming a reality)

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