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Still have not left Texas *grins* Found time this morning to nip on, make a post, read an email or two.

I had quite odd dreams last night. Although normally I don't watch The West Wing (it's a brilliant show but I have a hard time following the plotlines), I did last night. Who'd have thought I'd have to spoiler-cut my dreams?

Now bear in mind that, as I don't watch the show, I don't really know any character names... *grin*

The dream took place during the episode itself (which I really only half-watched). I dreamed that somehow all the characters ended up in one huge house that they were staying in the night before the funeral. It was actually the morning of the funeral, and I was sitting next to the stove in the kitchen of the house, which had one of those counters where there's a gap in the wall so that you can talk to people in the dining room on the other side.

It was quite early in the morning and I was working on my laptop when the enormous man who took over for the President for a little while wandered in, in his nightcap and pyjamas, and helped himself to a bowl of soup from an enormous stockpot on the stove. This, I know without having to be told, is the one dish my brother Bernard has perfected cooking, his "This is so good are you sure you didn't put crack in it?" Turkey Soup.

I asked the Enormous Man if he would wake the president and tell him the soup he'd made was done. He wandered out again.

In wandered um...the young man who went off to do The Lyon's Den, and Anna Deavere-Smith, who for some reason wanted the really tall woman to take a picture of the three of us, which she did. The polaroid cleared up while we were talking and lo and behold, I am the bald man with the beard who wrote the eulogy. I guess that's what I was working on the laptop for.

Then they wandered away and in wandered the nervous man who was trying to arrange the Connecticut-Carolina thing. He had an enormous pasteboard he was holding up and he asked me jokingly if it was clear enough why the President was cutting taxes. The board had the word TARO written across it in huge letters (I think it was meant to be tariff). Then the President came in and had some soup, and I woke up with a splitting headache.

Being the President's speechwriter and sous-chef is tough work, I guess :D

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Date: 2004-01-02 13:51
Subject: Ha!
Security: Public

*sings* One less cell to answerrrr....

Well, the flight from Austin to Houston might be quick, but the fog in Houston is so thick right now that we couldn't see the ground till we were about ten feet above it -- I thought we were still in the cloud cover and then -- oops! -- we landed. We had to taxi for a short eternity, and then I left my cellphone on the airplane like a moron.

Fortunately I remembered before too long and they let me back on to find it, otherwise it might have ended up in Cleveland. And it does me no good in Cleveland.

But, I've eaten now and settled in near my gate to watch one of my movies -- I think I'm in the mood for Tron. And perhaps I'll work on the fabulously scandalous sequel to The Literal Game (R/J -- it's in my Memories somewhere). Then a Snarkfest courtesy of Snape and Sirius, for Stealing Harry...

Snape: I want to give Harry a birthday present.
Sirius: My god, it has a heart.
Snape: Nonsense. The child needs to learn responsibility.
Sirius: You're giving him a teaching position at Hogwarts?
Snape: What absurd line of thought brought you there?
Sirius: Well, they gave you one, I just assumed they'd give one to anybody who asked...

At which point Remus no doubt intervenes with a suave misdirection...

*continues meandering, aware that this has become a pointlessly spammy post...*

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Well, said Sam, I'm home...

What a long strange trip it's been.

Came home to a flat remarkably free of crickets, where all the food was in the freezer.

I had six inches worth of mail waiting for me, five inches of which was junk mail. I did however get a coupon for a free pizza -- Papa John's somehow psychically knew that I was dissatisfied, I guess, or maybe I filled out a complaint and forgot about it (we have really rude delivery drivers). Anyway, I am in my pyjama pants and thermal shirt and my free pizza is Samward bound.

The ride home was intriguing. Halfway there, the cabdriver's celphone rang, and he proceeded to get into a shouting match in Spanish with whoever was on the other end. I would have enjoyed it more if he had not been driving me at the time and if I understood more Spanish. Cuando was used a lot.

Apparently none of my student loans have appeared. The university thinks I owe them $1,100. I am resigned and amused.