Wednesday, August 18, 1999

One of the desiccators to the laundromat made intermittent acute cries and plaintive like a small wounded bird.

I wonder why my hot-dogs veggie must be cold.

The last night I had a dream in a dream; I awoke dream of the dream because the bed shook and there was strange music (or voice?). Then I awoke for truth and all was very well.