2003-08-28 - 11:10 a.m. I dreamed my neighbor across the street was moving. Much of the dream was about a yard sale he was having in a long tunnel-like tent. There were spiders everywhere, crawling into people�s collars and on the items for sale. I hope this wasn�t one of those dreams induced by present literal reality, since there IS a moving truck in the road right now. Ack. Spiders. The college kid who�s moving into the house L is vacating stopped by last night while we were packing. Here�s what college is: �Dude, do you think you�ll be leaving anything? Like, maybe your couch, dude?� Yes, of course we�ll be leaving the couch. We�ll also leave the modified keg fridge, some stained dark green carpets, several thousand red plastic cups, a tapestry or two attached to the window with duct tape, an inflatable chair, a broken white plastic chair for the front porch, and The Steve Miller Band�s Greatest Hits. Would that be okay? It's really up this time! "It" is a semi-edited essay on Dutch Babies. Comments are welcome.
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