Yesterday I got together with Ebenezer, fulminous, and bear and proceeded in short order to get into a huge blowout fight with one of my closest friends. I even ended up yelling, which I rarely do, not on principle, which would be noble, but because being mad enough to yell turns me into the most inarticulate person anywhere, and generally people are so embarassed for me that they sue for peace. So I yelled and yelled ("Fuck you, man!") and everything was smoothed over in short order.

We then barbecued. Ebenezer and his roommate predictably made fun of me for wanting to grill eggplant, onions, and papaya, explaining that "here in America, we BBQ meat, and you like it!" But the papaya turned out quite good, I swear. Lost all of its sweetness in the process, turned out more like a yam or something, but with a stronger flavor... I want to try it again, only this time, marinated in something... next time. I was the only person there who ate eggplant, so I had an entire roasted aubergine to myself, which I think has put ME off the food now, too.

This morning there was a nice, sedate brunch at the same Italian restaurant as usual, where we were attended to by the ever-mysterious but always unnervingly gorgeous server, who predictably turned Luke and I into simpering masses of overmimosa-ed gelatin. Ful, Luke, Shiv came back here and watched Die Hard With A Vengeance and I took a nap.

Normally I don't remember my dreams. By which I mean, I can't remember a single dream I've had all year. I think this is an act of mercy on my subconscious' part, because I used to get nightmares all the time a few years ago, toss and turn and wake up and go back to sleep only to be plunged into the same dream.

I was hanging around Brooklyn with some white guy who was making his dislike for the people of color hanging out down the road increasingly clear, and assuming I sympathized. The eventually walked over, escorted him into a car, and bade me good night. I then went back to my old college campus, which I somehow identified as home. It occurred to me that no one had been around to feed my cats (I have no cats in reality), and so I wandered around until I found all three of them dead in the road. A child walked up to me and explained that there'd been a bunch of speeding ambulances that had ran over my cats, one by one. Fortunately there were kittens around. Unfortunately, the grey one had five eyes- two on its face, two over its shoulderblades, and one positioned over its spine. I didn't want it. The child shrugged and I was afraid he'd disfigure it to make it more normal. I grabbed the tan kitten and walked off and woke up.

I challenge you, reader, figure THAT one out.

Now I have to go write those pesky cover letters. I've slept for 12 hours out of the last 24; I have no more excuses.