I’m remarkably chipper, considering I just had a sudden bought of projectile vomiting, inspired by some bad Pom I drank earlier in the morning. It happened so quickly, I didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. The Pom had been in the fridge since my birthday party in November. But I had some a couple of days ago, and it seemed fine. Live and learn, they say.
I’ve been having a lot of crazy dreams lately. Last night, I had a lot of dreams about the supermarket. In the dream, I ran into an old friend, Samantha Jones, who apparently was working there. She morphed into another old friend I haven’t seen in a long time, who then became my ex-mother in law. The things I was buying were things that are actually on my RT grocery list.
M. David Hornbuckle 