dreams

Last evening I achieved the best and most complete night sleep I've had all week. I was in Switzerland, on a ski vacation. Jon had forgotten his passport (I spoke to him in the united states) and yet arrived some time later, having gotten a waiver or hall pass of some sort that got him across the border. When I woke up to travel to work, I did not want to leave the parades and fine cheeses of sweitz. So club, what have you been dreaming about? Will you join me saturday night for goonies at criterion? Can we move club to sunday night on march 12, instead of monday the 13th?

All these things I ask of you, dear friends, as I procrastinate reading my homework for tonight's class, as I think of how foolish it was to cancel club last weekend. My co-workers are aquiring pastry, and I sit here thrilled with the excitment of my de-trojaned computer. Beverly shall return to the posting excitment she once achieved! The sun will shine. The winds will blow, and I hope you will write a small bit about a recent dream, my one, my only NHWC.