Today, I cooked a roast, made macaroni and cheese, painted more of the fence, mowed the back yard, mulching dry leaves as I went and started moving the second woodpile. With the exception of the first two things, every activity was accompanied by wubba-throwing. Hey, I was a Dude. Oh, yeah, I also got gas in the car . . . while covered in fence paint and peppered with shredded leaves. See, I knew a Dude like me could carry it off, and I even remembered to put the gas cap back on.

I had nightmares last night; they slid one into another in a disjointed manner, sometimes looping back to cross over each other. They were very involved.

This is just a snippit from one of them:

Man lying with a heavy medical plastic mask over his face on a bed that transformed into a ledge along a sidewalk :

No, I didn’t get burned; this isn’t burns. I was having my fourth heart transplant when gang members came into the operating room and my mom had to keep me under the anesthesia so long that my face swelled up so much   . . .

You don’t want to read anymore.