I had a dream last night that upon waking the clock radio alarm was on the News. The latest detail to emerge from the shooting was that Martin and Zimmerman had been in a long term romantic relaitionship, and the shooting may have been the result of an elaborate lover's quarrel.
I threw up my hands at that point.
I've got to stop eating Berger cookies before bed. (a Baltimore delicacy... they are really just a fudge delivery vehicle, these cookies.) The dreams are TOO weird.
But I wouldn't be surprised at this point if something just as outlandish came up, the way 'facts' dribble out of this story.
Library Work
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This evening, I worked my way backwards from Gibson though Bujold and
into Brunner (including *Shockwave* Rider, a proto-cyberpunk future that
almost ...
5 hours ago
1 comment:
Weird coincidence, but I had some Berger cookies yesterday evening, and also had weird dreams last night. Just not as odd as yours. More like "WTF? Made no sense!" But the damn/blessed cookies are habit-forming.
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