I stayed up later than usual, so I slept in this morning. I had a curious dream that combined Kim Criswell and the Trojan War, although I remember little of it. Earlier, I had an even stranger dream about the bodega arund the corner from my apartment. The first strange thing was that my mother was in the dream, and I lied to her to cover my desire to get to the bodega, where my inquiry was what kind of peanut butter did you put on my sandwich?
