I yelled at a truck driver the other day. Not just a “hey, buddy” sort of thing, but a get-out-of-my-car and stomp-my-foot sort of thing; I can almost imagine steam coming out of my nostrils. That’s not like me. And I feel really bad about it. It was mid-morning on a cold and spit-rainy day, [….]
They’ve promised that dreams can come true – but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too. – Oscar Wilde I had a very vivid dream last night, which is somewhat strange for me. I assume I dream as much as the next person, but rarely do I wake feeling as if I have [….]
