Good morning, all! Another day fraught with ugliness has begun. I've spent the past 45 minutes drafting an email response to what has been a series of bitchery for the past month, and I'm ready to kick some butt. Someone needs to unbunch their panties. My email begins: I would like to speak to Dr Jekyll today; Miss Hyde's emails of the past weeks have been ones I neither wish to read again nor respond to.
So, last night I had a peculiar dream about two lesbian friends and an AIDS protest ay the old Different Light Book Shop. The friends seemd to be a composite of ladies I've known in Manhattan and two friends in my hometown, one of who died far too young.
Today, a bit of work on DEAREST ENEMY, then some tax work.