Ming was going to guest blog for me last night, but I guess he slept instead. Which is good.
I forgot to tell you a man on the street the other day told me, “Shake it but don’t break it, girl!” Was he talking about my butt? I found it confusing. Butts are always broken.
“There’s police cars outside,” Ming said.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said and came back with a shirt on.
I’m eating olive bread.
I started writing down dreams in my dream journal again. Night before last I ate a rose thorn, in my dream. Last night in my dream, my head was bleeding. Just dream-bits but it’s a start.