Doing battle with daily dragons

Monday, July 25, 2005

Lost in the Mist

I'm experiencing brain fog today. I can hear the little rhythmic ding ding ding of the warning bell on my dinghy of consciousness, but no land seems to forthcoming. If you were sitting across from me right now, this is exactly what you'd see.

I can report a strange dream, however. The Rock Star and I were in scrublands, in a little, beat-up tin shack. The Rock Star decided to go canoeing on a dried up river bed. (He got up quite a lot of speed despite the apparent lack of water) leaving me alone in the shack. All of a sudden, some cowboys showed up and taught me how to shoe a horse. What that means, I really don't know.