Bright And Early For The Daily Races
Entry 1 Going Nowhere, Going Nowhere I've been awake much of the.night, and gave up trying to sleep around 6 a.m. I am sharing a bed with Jenny for the first time in a year out of necessity and a misunderstanding that when the place said it sleeps 5, that I would have my own sleeping space. The good news is, the bed we are sleeping on, a pull-out couch, is so uncomfortable it is not possible to sleep soundly. That last fact came in handy last night when I was having an M. Night Shyalamanesque nightmare , after spending the afternoon telling my kids what a terrible filmmaker he is. I dreamt I was at a multiplex to see a movie, not "Old" (his latest), but some movie created by my psyche. Jenny and I got into a row at the theater over the baseball hat she was wearing ( Eric's el pinché's. The real one somehow disappeared in the move. . . weird) and I stormed off. I ended up in a theater playing the faux-Shyamalan movie. The storyline was about going to ...