Bah, couldn't get to sleep till 3 a.m. and had weird dreams. Same old story. I dreamed I was in the police station reporting someone shooting at people outside my old house, and while I was in there, some fat-ass white dude took control of the joint. Then he had everyone stand in a circle, and he went around one-by-one and sliced people on the arm with a knife or a blade. THREE TIMES he went around the circle slicing people. Then, finally, somehow I escaped, but he came after me, so I grabbed a fireplace poker and brained him with it, and he fell off the boardwalk into the swamp and suddenly turned into that "Tony, I just love . . . watchin' you dance . . ." chick from Saturday Night Fever.
Weird. And that's not even getting into the dream where Fool and I were running a factory and making two dudes clean out the oil tanks with some kind of chemical that kept blowing up in their damn faces.
Clearly, I should give up on this sleep business. It's going to drive me mad. MAD, I tell you.