I had a dream of my perfect life last night. Just a glimpse. In it, I woke, had breakfast with my kids and took them to school/playgroup. I then stopped off at a small non-corporate coffee shop by my house and then went to a small office where I spent the morning writing. Bliss.
Then a 100 foot high Dr. Zoidberg from "Futurama" ate my car.
Bloody subconscious.
Friday 30 January 2009
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