instead of crying and feeling sorry for myself, i just went to sleep. which was probably the best thing i could do, i was just emotionally and physically worn right out. and in sleeping for the last bazillion hours, i had a few strange dreams.

first i dreamt that my bossboss was paul westerberg’s publicist. she was in charge of this press tour/reading thing he was doing. apparently paul had just released a poetry book of sorts and she was handling all his readings. one of which was happening at some department store in england. i was most excited because she was gonna get me the hook-up. so i hopped on this weird bus-like thing and went to england. yes, in my dreams, you can ride a bus to england. it was great gobs of fun. and during the reading i sat next to dave voight, this boy i had a crush on in high school. we were booted out of the original reading venue because we were too loud and ended up at some barnes & noble where paul read us poetry and i tried not to swoon.

i also dreamt that i was the high school housemaid for this weird family whose older sister had died and was hell-bent on haunting me. it was really quite scary. the older, dead sister was played by shannen doherty, her name was cheryl and she wanted me out of her house. she was afriad i was going to take her place in the family. there was something to do with monogrammed handkerchiefs, but i don’t seem to exactly remember that.