I dreamt (I dreamed, I did dream) that I asked my brother why he'd spent the past month not speaking to me, and he implied that I'd hired a collection of miscreants to set fire to his girlfriend's house. That'd actually be quite a good reason, though really I think he ought to have called the police as well. It's not the answer though. It's frustrating when you wake up and think maybe you've reached a profound conclusion and then you discover you haven't.
It's cheering when half an hour later, over the Raisin Wheats, you remember the powerfully slashy dream you were having before the brother stuff kicked in.
I watched Paul Merton in India last night. ( I wonder if it clashed with Heroes. )
I got some post this morning, but it wasn't any fun. I forget why I think getting post might be exciting. It never is.
It's cheering when half an hour later, over the Raisin Wheats, you remember the powerfully slashy dream you were having before the brother stuff kicked in.
I watched Paul Merton in India last night. ( I wonder if it clashed with Heroes. )
I got some post this morning, but it wasn't any fun. I forget why I think getting post might be exciting. It never is.