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Maybe I'll just start blogging little snippets of where I'm going and what I'm doing. That sounds more like twitter, of course, but... well, deal with it.

Heading to LA today with the sister to drop off a report to the homeless bureau or whatever it is. My real part in all of this is to make frequent stops along the way at dress stores (like Anthropologie!!!) to find something pretty and unnecessary to wear to the upcoming nuptials of friends Jennifer and Michael.

Last night I dreamed about my cat. I shrunk her somehow so that she fit in the palm of my hand, and then I dressed her in miniature priestly stoles. She was full of wonder at the enormity of the world, till she discovered she had wings. Then she just took off in a frenzy, and I had to chase her around the parking lot while she flew into bushes and under cars. I finally got a hold of her to turn her back, but the magic failed to work the other way. Instead of returning her to normal size cat, she turned into a very tall blond adolescent girl. She was not happy about this, but I couldn't change her again. When I woke up, I was relieved to find cat, normal of size, curled on my feet. I told her about the dream, but she wasn't interested.

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  1. That's a great dream dude.

    And you know you could twitter and just put the application in your blog...

    hmmm I wonder where I got that idea?

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  2. i don't think i can twitter. as you know, it's very difficult for me to limit myself to a sentence or two.

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