Well, it’s official, reading heaps of sassy romances messes with your mind. Last night I had a disturbing dream featuring Dave Navarro, who once played guitar with the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I know what you’re thinking … but it’s probably not that Dave Navarro was working in a supermarket behind the checkout, had a surly limo driver, stole my shoes, and stayed in an el cheapo motel. Sure there might’ve been some other stuff, but that’s all a bit hazy now.

The strangest part is I have no idea where the DN connection came from. Sure he’s cool, played on some of my favorite albums (Jane’s Addiction as well as RHCP), and I remember seeing the Chilli’s live and admiring his bare midriff, but why he was in my dream (and behind the checkout) I’ll never know. Still, it’s entertaining, and I since I’m not seeing a dream analyst, I guess it’s okay*

I’m about to prepare for work this afternoon, have spent a lot of this morning listing things on eBay, but still have many to go. Happily, tomorrow is another day - most of which will be taken up with a hideous tax return. Boo! Now it’s time for coffee, program writing, and other miscellany.

Today I’m loving: clearing clutter

*If you are a dream analyst, please tell me what the stolen shoes mean.