If my recent dreams are any indication, I'm in dire need of some serious time away from work.
A couple nights ago I dreamt I was James Lileks' houseboy. The only duty I remember being charged with was preparing and serving green tea for James and his guest Hugh Hewitt. Green tea...sounds about right for the two of them.
Last night I was back in the halls of my high school...with Madonna. I asked her to lick my boots clean. She did it without hesitation as the assembled student body cheered wildly. At least the humiliation was directed outwardly on that one.
Nevertheless, it's getting to the point where I'm afraid to close my eyes.
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