there’s a spider crawling aimlessly and frantically on the wall next to me.  i’m not sure why he’s frantic and aimless, but he’s both for sure.  he speeds in one direction for awhile until he hits a poster or a framed drawing and ricochets off at an angle like a cue ball on a pool table.  i can relate to the frantic aimlessness, but not to the whacking into things.

i had a dream last night that rob was on full house as the father of candace cameron’s illegitimate child.  it was, unequivocally, the strangest dream i have ever had.