I took a really good picture in my dream last night. pure white dusty landfill and a sailboat is parked. i am really worried about my fingers. maybe damage from frosting? i was reading babar at the coffee shop while waiting and i kept going back to two pages. However, Babar is not quite happy, for he misses playing in the great forest with his little cousins and his friends, the monkeys. He often stands at the window, thinking sadly of his childhood, and he cries when he remembers his mother. and this one. Babar dines with his friend the Old Lady. She thinks he looks very smart in his new clothes. After dinner, because he is tired, he goes to bed and falls asleep very quickly. when i am eating the soup i spit out two bones but i suck on them before throwing them away but i don't want to do it again. i'm throwing everything away and will get picked up from home depot tomorrow godwilling. i am so mad at the upstairs neighbors because they throw up loud everyday and i can hear it no matter where i hide. i'm starting from scratch on myself.