Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Nobody Loves an Albatross

Boy and dog are reunited and all is right in the world.

I read in a Tom Robbins novel that a person's dreams are affected by where they sleep. If you sleep in someone else's bed, for example, you dream like them. I'm not sure whether this occurs as a result of some mystical connection between a body and its bed or olfactory memories created by inhaling that person's lufted skin cells and whatnot. The book didn't elaborate. But it's a neat thought to entertain. Anyway, according to Robbins, a bed that no one has slept in for a while leaves no impression.

I haven't dreamed at all since I got home. I've slept well, but it's that dreamless deadweight sleep, like when I've had to much to drink. Only I haven't.

Otherwise, home is good. I have perhaps the most disparate collection of Netflix deliveries: "Charade," "Irreversible" and "The Muppets Take Manhattan."

Dreamy or not, life is good.


  1. Anonymous9:07 PM

    the muppets take manhattan a comic masterpiece, and one of my favourite movies of all time. if my spelling doesn't reveal my identity, then there is no hope for you.

  2. Gee, by your sense of humour I can tell you're a colourful personality who's really with the programme. I'd guess you're Canada Sue.