More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
night(s) 1, 2: loud neighbors until 2am. complaining only yielded that she has guests who will be gone after night 3.
night 3: stay out until 1am since neighbors would keep me up. went for drinks with a really famous national improver. just being around him inspired me to be a better performer. improv is a way of life, not a 2-hour show.
night 4: dead tired, i went to bed early, took a sleeping pill just to be sure, and slept like a baby.
night 5: normal sleep. dream of visiting a magical germanic castle a few hours north of minneapolis. the front gates of minneapolis had a fountain but hidden in the fountain was a beautiful soap mold. if you brought soap mix, you could have a magestic sea-shell shaped bar. riding around town in carrage you could tell a lot about the buildings in town (all shaped like warehouses) by the varying colours of blue that were painted on them. later at a fancy-pants restaurant, i got up to go to the bathroom.... walking through the "bathroom" door was a maze of stairs, swimming pool, elevator and escalator... all amounting to an additional 10 minutes of travel to actually reach the toilet.
Posted by steveh at August 4, 2006 10:13 AM | TrackBackHi GB. I just want you to know that I'm back (sort of) to sitting my ass infront of my computer in the eternal city. I have SO MUCH to say about MEETING YOU FINALLY that I'm afraid I'll have to write it all up in blog entry. My problem is I haven't yet the courgae to face my own neglected blog yet.( but soon, soon.)
For now, I love your dream.
ah blog neglect: you mean like the one entry i had done in august?
Posted by: Gb at August 7, 2006 08:12 PM