walls are props

Sometime this morning I dreamed that George W. Bush had been assassinated, that he was stealing all the glory from Kennedy, and that the country was being plunged into fascism in the ensuing chaos. It sucked. I woke up with the most intense neck cramp you can imagine. Time for some Tylenol.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007 at 9:08 AM. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.