Blue Berry

Work has been gonzo the past few days. I am so glad it's Friday. The rain arrived this morning. Supposedly the remnants of Cindy. This evening, Lisa and I are meeting Mr. Charles Hill of Dustbury fame! The rain is putting quite a damper on a lot of our ideas for the night's events. We shall figure something out.

Last night I had a dream that I was being courted by none other than Johnny Knoxville. I am sure the reason for this is that before I went to bed, I read a magazine in which he was featured in an interview. At any rate, in my dream he was a popular singer for a Rock and Roll band who performed in my basement. Over a period of time, he started making eyes at me and flirting. He invited me down the basement to listen to his band. I was afraid to go because I was certain there would be tons of other girls down there that he had also invited. Somehow, I forced myself to put away my fears and go down the basement. Johnny saw me creeping around and he immediately came over and put his arms around me. I felt such hope and happiness. My alarm went off.

My mother made blueberry pie yesterday. She gave one to Lisa and me. It is so delicious; I am having a hard time keeping myself away from it. Without a doubt, left to my own devices, the whole pie would be in my belly in 2 seconds flat.