It's my birthday.  And I'll die if I want to.

Or is that cry?

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was battling creatures and slayed them with darts.  They were all female and stalking outside my window.  hmmm.

Last night, I dreamed that I was about to be locked in a cemetery (Dreamland), but jogged out just before the gates were closed then hopped on somebody else's nearby parked chrome-plated hog and drank a beer.   cool.

I'm having this strange psychic intuition that the world and national economy are going to return to prosperity a lot, lot sooner than almost all (dismal science) economic pundits are forecasting.    verry cool.

Sex.  You can't deny it.  But the beautiful mind (that's a magma-erupting volcano of endearing imaginations) is  ssex(xxx)ier than any other body part that evolution has yet to lay pipe to. 

I'm currently under a spell where things are happening.  My rational mind is cautiously urging a spell-check.  But my sensous soul caws intrepidly and crafts the which. 

Go Cavs!