supercrisis

I had the weirdest dream last night that I was courting who I believe was Bjork. I'm not sure where this came from or why she was blond and we were screwing around in some sort of giant, green shower facility. This was, of course, after I spent 3 hours sliding through the same water-slide in different directions without ever stopping.

Lack of personal creative outlet is making me crazy, I worry. Got some good writing done on the train. I'll assemble a chap-book one of these days and then it'll be treats for all!