Yawn

Last night I dreamed that a contractor had taken my stainless steel fridge and replaced it with an antiquated icebox and a small Picasso. Distressed, I summoned him to a meeting wherein he subtly hit on me and said he admired my taste in music which I thought was odd since most of music isn't visible as it's on my laptop.
I left the meeting, naked and wrapped in the blue blanket that I sling over my leather love seat, eating a gigantic piece of ham.
And of all the wildly interesting dreams I have had, I can actually deconstruct this one:

• I am currently reading "The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas" by Gertrude Stein who was a friend of Picasso.



• Last night I borrowed Michael's shuffle charger as mine is seemingly broken and I can't stand to run long distances (or any distance, really) without my music.



• I realized, last night, that I haven't eaten any meat since Monday and that my diet these days seems to consist of an inordinate amount of quinoa and lentils. I am okay with this.