Why I Don’t Read This Blog

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Here’s why I don’t read this blog:  I don’t like what I’ve written here, a lot of it.   Whether I like what I read depends on who I am that day.  And a lot of us don’t appreciate each other.   One of us appreciates everyone, even you, even you if you’ve stolen my wallet.

I’m just being weird and I won’t like that this afternoon, so I’ll forget I wrote it.

I’m still sick.

I had the most vivid dream last night I think I’ve ever had.  It was really amazing.

Two weeks ago, I was complaining that my dreams seemed to always be frustrating.

Then one week ago, I had actual nightmares.

Now, this week, my dreams are good.  They’re not romps in the park with Jennifer Aniston, but they’re interesting.

Last nights big dream had a movie in it.  Oprah was in it.  I was on an airplane.  There were volcanoes and a tidal wave.  As far as I could tell, no one got hurt.  It was awesome.

And then I woke up all sweaty and cold.