These dreams go on when I close my eyes...

Yesterday morning, after a rather hard time falling asleep, I had a dream where Kim Deal and I were hanging out in a private library, drinking scotch, smoking cigarettes and talking. The odd thing was that she, who I have never seen not smoking, wouldn't touch a cigarette, and I, a non-smoker, was smoking like a chimney. This was a rather strange role-reversal, but a fun dream.

We were talking about music, art, and philosophy. I don't know shit about art, except for the few paintings I really like, so that, too, was an interesting aspect of my dream. At the end of the dream, we said goodnight to each other with a kiss on the cheek.

As I walked home from the train yesterday, I was on the phone with my friend L, who was also having a not-very-bright-and-happy day. I opened the door to my building and lo and behold, my new toy had arrived. What new toy? This:

I finally did it. I finally broke down and bought a bass guitar for myself, something I've been wanting to do for years. This also means that perhaps the band some friends of mine and I have envisioned might actually have a chance at happeneing. My suggestion for the band's name? Twenty Dollar Banjo.