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2002-07-14 - 4:52 p.m. "Rain, beats against my window pane, I think of summer days again, and dream of you...." Or something like that. Actually, my normally strange dreams have gotten even stranger the last few days - I'm not sure why. But someone explain to me the boxing match I was trying to set up between a stalk of asparagus and another vegetable (both of whom I could talk to....) This morning I was having a terribly complex dream that I remember nothing about because I was awakened by a suspicious dripping noise. Yep, not only was it raining outside, it was raining *inside*. Whoops. I'm at my best rushing around at 6 am with no clothes on and no glasses on trying to find the leak by feel (ok, so I had a pretty good idea where to look but still...) I put a folded-up heavy-weight Tshirt under the drip and went back to bed. Read for a while (drat it, someone has stolen my plot idea again!) and when I got up for real, the Tshirt was saturated. Perhaps time to call the landlady again. Today it's errands & chores, SQL homework at T's, and Lowen & Navarro with the babe. Should be fun! Peace all. � � |