frustrating dream came to me as I slept last night: I was either back in high school or college, and I was taking some sort of simple exam for a psychology class. For some reason I feared I'd procrastinate and be distracted instead of buckling down and actually taking my exam. I was completely unprepared; I had no blank paper to write my answers on, so I was ripping the blankest pages I could find out of a glossy magazine and writing on those. But my pencil was so dull that I couldn't write legibly at all. When I sharpened the pencil, the lead kept crumbling away, and the sharpener was clogged and misaligned. Beyond all that, my mind was failing me. I couldn't focus on the simple task of writing brief essays. I attributed this to being drunk, and I cursed myself for my lack of preparation. I think this dream reflects my feelings of inadequacy in terms of motivation when it comes to this enormous scanning project I'm supposedly doing.
atthew Hart and Angela are going to Richmond today. Unfortunately, I fear this is another one of their "urban field trips" if you know what I mean. [It turns out that Deya, Zach and Peggy went too, and they went on a basically conventional shopping, drinking and bowling excursion, and Peggy and Zach had a big fight, but that's not my story, so I won't tell it.] Meanwhile, Shira the Dog was attached to an incredibly long leash in the back yard. The leash was comprised of the cable components of one of those pulley-based dog runs that is yet to be installed (pending the means to drill the necessary holes). Matthew and Angela thought they were providing Shira incredible freedom with such a long leash. But of course she quickly lost all this slack around the many trees and bushes there. I took pity on her and went to rescue her from her pathetic state, but to do so, I had to set her free. And of course she ran around and mocked me and refused to be recaptured.
onster Boy dropped by unexpectedly while I was trying to capture Shira. He posed with her for some pictures:
Here Shira is gnawing on a vodka bottle (one of two that I occasionally use as a restroom).
Samson, the chief protagonist of River's Edge, reminds me of an intelligent version of Lennie from Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men. River's Edge sort of begins near where Of Mice and Men ends, but the story takes a mighty excursion before it reparallels the plot of the older story.
hira the Dog hung out with us a little, but when the movie was over, Monster Boy discovered she'd shit and pissed in that one room she uses for that purpose, and she'd puked or shit something that resembled refried beans in the living room. Normally I leave that stuff for Matthew and Angela to take care of, but it was too much this time, and I bent to the task at hand. Monster Boy decided to take Shira for a walk, but she escaped from him and would not come home. When Matthew and Angela returned from Richmond, they went looking for her. She was eventually found.
and now for words from our sponsorswell, they're funny, anywayAfter months of delay, I finally added another painting to my online art gallery; this one I captured directly from live video.
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