July 20, 2006
You know I love you, don't you?
Late last night or early this morning I dreamt that I was in a big music store, maybe a Tower Records. A friendly, blond middle-aged man in a red vest sidled up, wanting to see if I needed any help. It was Howard Jones.
I went off and found a copy of Howard's latest release, bought it, and came back to him for an autograph.
I have no idea what this means, but while the past few days have not been as strained as Tuesday, I am so ready to be done with this week. Tonight I shall have a large, potent cocktail that will knock me out. Perhaps Howard's career will have made a major comeback in my next dream.