Good morning, all! Last night was a completely frazzling series of emails concerning a binding machine I never thought the McGlinnventory should have invested in, deadlines for getting music shipped to Dublin, and a producer who knows little although his intentions are good and how his lack of information is screwing up my schedule of events. As a result of all of this I had a very restless night that had me out of bed at 5:15, rather than lie there are fret. Today could be another day from hell since I have to go in this morning and deal with all of this nonsense.
Last night, when I did sleep, it was a round of peculiar and strange dreams, of which I remember the following:
I was retiring from the police force and flying to Europe
I was in my parents' home smoking a joint and causing a fire in the shag carpet
I was in a museum talking to Marian Seldes and Betsy von Furstenberg
I was in a meeting/conference with Robert Kimball, among others and we were looking for a knife to cut the chocolate cake while we discussed a problem with a Gershwin recording
I was walking on a lawn to a bus stop
I have no other news. I am irritable and crabby over this recording situation and this binding machine.
WAIT UNTIL DARK