Last night, I dreamt that I got an e-mail back from someone I had submitted an essay to. She said I sucked, and enumerated the reasons why I sucked, using comparisons to another writer who, I assume, did not suck.

I hate being hormonal. Just throw chocolate at me and run away. Fast.

I dreamt that I was living on the ocean (perhaps on an island). I ran a small boat cruise venture to take tourists along the shore. My assistant was this stoner dude with long blonde hair. I also wore shorts and had fabulously tanned legs.

In approximately 78 hours I will be at la casa de Stacie y Joe in Meryland. EL YAY!

I dreamed last night I knew the secret to love. Damned if I can remember it now.

I had a dream last night that I was in a small car with The Empress, her boyfriend and Jonthan Rhys Meyers on a road trip. We got stuck in a thunderstorm, and had to watch a herd of dairy cows run for cover.

In other news, I am waaaaay behind on my word count, and I want to become a flying trapeze artist.