May 21st, 2003



Dreamed last night that I was in a bowling alley, choosing a ball. I was looking at eight-pound balls arranged on a pyramid rack. The balls were severed human heads--carved, laminated, heavy--and were talking to me, each one trying to sell itself, trying to convince me to bowl with it.

And on that note, good night.

Thanks to Annie for my icon. Sniff.