No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.

I woke up this morning and tried to recall what I could of the dream I had in the wee hours before waking. It was an eventful dream because I was in an active game, like a child, play-fighting in a store...possibly a grocery store. My opponent and I chased  each other around in the aisles, and I last remember running into the back room and climbing atop shelving full of merchandise, sitting there, my opponent not far behind, ready to throw fake punches back and forth. It was nuts. Part of why it was nuts... was my sparring partner:

So maybe I'm experiencing more of the Law of Attraction that I otherwise believed. I'm normally (rather but not entirely) dismissive of the concept, but today...

Ooooookay, at five-something pm on May 24, 2017, my friend Sasha and I watched the new ABC rendition of Dirty Dancing . I wrote the following in real time and in present tense.

I'm not surprised that Kathy Griffin just lost her New Year's Eve contract with CNN, because that sort of thing is to be anticipated following something like her most recent photo shoot with Tyler Shields that included Griffin holding what appeared to be the head of (*tries not to vomit*) P-Pres- no - Mr. Donald Trump. Part of me thinks that having the photo exist, but especially, for it to be public, is a bad thing, disrespectful to the office of President, and that same part of me worries about the message that the image sends to other countries, especially people with a strong anti-American attitude.  Another part of me...well... Remember when "Duck Dynasty"'s Uncle Sy was recorded spouting his racism?