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Morning. Up early because I went to bed early - I’m all grown up. I just set a paper towel on fire, from the gas stove. Boiling water for a lovely cuppa tea. I’m going to NYC this week for some business and to see my friend and her baby.

Anyway, I was just remembering this:

I remember lying on a bed somewhere. Sorta sleeping. Drifting into sleep. Something like that. Mitch is sleeping beside me…and I hear him laughing. In his sleep. Or that awesome place between awake and sleep.

“What? What’s so funny…hmm?”

He laughs a bit more and says,

“Cheap. ”

“Tell me..”

“I was just dreaming away and mid dream an image of Homer Simpson on a motorcycle showed up in my head. Like, Homer-As-Leader-Of-A -Motor-Cycle-Gang type of thing…he was on a chopper”

I laugh….”Cheap.”

“I know, it was like my imagination ran out of dream ideas and went to a stock funny image…my brain is cheap.

We laugh some more and fall back asleep.

Would you believe me if I told you…that there exists a ‘Murder She Wrote’ episode centering around a JFK assassination/conspiracy?

Would ya believe me if I told you that…I weigh 5lbs less at my cabin, situated at 6,000ft above sea level? (It’s along the same lines (and theory that I don’t understand) as having to add extra flour when you bake a cake in the mountains, or something)

…in other news, my friend had a baby. Her middle name is Lynn.

Last week homeless man near where I live grabbed my right breast. Very cocky. And sneaky. And fast.

I saw him a couple of days later and he scored some cash from a stopped car. He looked over in my direction - I was eating breakfast outside at a cafe - and held up the money between his thumb and forefinger (it was two ones, I think) as if to say, “Look what I got, motherfucka!”. Cocky, I tell you.

Well….I am bored tonight for some reason. I used to get pissed at people who said they were bored. As if they are waiting for you to entertain them or something. Waiting for suggestions….Plus, somewhere deep down I don’t believe in boredom. It just means that you haven’t got a cool enough brain to entertain yourself….

But yeah, I’ll admit it…I am bored tonight.

I think watching Agatha Christie’s “Death On The Nile” DVD may just be the cure. After all - Peter Ustinov’s does plays Hercule Pierrot.