damn, bambi's fine

heard a dramatic reading yesterday of bambi. the book. the original. a violent passage. it made my heart race cause the prose was a knock-out.

oh to not be a friday before the big summer weekend kicks off and in front of a computer screen. this desk of mine: dirty. messy. filled with papers. littered with poppies and sesames from bagels past.

i had a dream some evil doer was after me and i kept out-foxing him, but barely, and he'd send his flaks after me too. one had a medieval device, that round metal ball on a chain with spikes coming out of the ball? do you know what i mean? death befell one girl mixed up in the shenanigans. and then i hid in the bottom floor of some kind of multi-floored apartment on a windy cobblestone street in an old european town. (if you're american when you go in the bathroom...and japanese when you come out...what are you when you're in the bathroom? why, you're a-pee-in). it was like alias meets dickens meets my creditors. had a little oopsy with a insurance claim that i overlooked to my utter dismay and embarrasssment. it's resolved and the guilt diffused and i applaud the fellow who joined me for dinner who was polite enough to listen to me grind on the matter.

speaking of which, boy am i hungry. so glad it's mem day and i can break out my whites at last.