Blood Musk

October 10, 2005 - 8:51

This morning in my dream, I was in a home-improvement store with my mom, and I was shaming her for not washing her hands after she used their public bathroom. I yelled at her: "There is no excuse!" when she tried to talk me down. "That is so gross. SO GROSS." shaking my head, and I walked down the paint aisle, away from her without looking back at all.
I haven't showered in 4 days.
I need:
modeling clay
a decent scrap of fabric
wood stain for my mini bureaus
I wondered out loud to Zac last night, if I mailed something mini to Nick Park, would he put it in Wallace and Grommit's house? I had never seen these people (W&G)until last night. They are my idea of precious.

I'm going to meet this man