wednesday morning

song playing in head this morning is "when you're looking like that" by Westlife. and to make it worse my computer is putting along slower than usual making me have to endure that song longer than usual. (going slow whilst creating this)

Memories of dreams are hazey. I was driving my old honda accord, it was still crappy but drived real well, and the exhaust was sounding mean a.l.a Novak's new Prelude exhaust. Droped off wooden box for some reason at a place where a party had just finished (the next morning), everyone was like "watch the spew" and cleaning up. that's it

Greg out