Had a terrible, terrible nightmare last night.

I don't remember it so clearly anymore, but I dreamt that I was being assaulted by Omar. Not sexually assaulted, not raped, but violently assaulted. I remember that he put glue on me, and something else. I woke up thinking that it had actually happened, took me awhile to realize that it didn't.

Now, of course I have no fear of being physically hurt by Omar, he'd die rather than harm me in that fashion--the dream was about something else. I guess it was about my attitude towards love these days. It does nothing but hurt you, and you can't get away, and it covers you with glue.

The song I have been singing all day:

"Air" from Hair

Bless you alcohol bloodstream
Save me nicotine lungsteen
Incense, incense is in the air
Breathe deep, while you sleep, breathe deep

Cataclysmic, cataplasm
Fall out atomic orgasm
Vapor and fume at the stone of my tomb
Breathe like a solemn perfume
Eating at the stone of my tomb

Today's horoscope:
Here's a most memorable day, thanks to the stars. You're due to meet and greet some interesting, unusual and spiritual people. One in particular could catch your fancy.

One year ago today:
But it wasn't just Jim, everything else came together as well--all of the sound cues actually happened, like the closing music and my song, the audience was extremely responsive right from the start, and the rest of us pulled it all together.

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