Last waking dream this morning featured Chris from American Idol (why couldn't it have been Elliot? I actually like him.) He was a bookseller who had gone blind and was putting away books (and getting it wrong) purely by touch, all the while singing softly and sadly to himself. And he was anti-social. OK, there are screaming messages all over this dream I'm going to igmore because I so don't appreciate my subconscious being slyly clever at my expense. *g*
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