Yesterday's lunch influenced last night's dreams. They were lurid.
Coffee, milk tea, pipe tobacco. Quarreling stuffed animals. The blue jeans she was wearing on the bus. A bakery with delicious greasy flaky pastry and a table-full of Hokkien gentlemen chatting. Rain, soft light, drapes, slat blinds. A small stuffed cat stealing my wallet; "I ... found it!" Liar. Various jars of aging leaf. A long pony tail. Great Red Robe, a tea of which to be very fond. A restored pipe of surpassing excellence. Intelligent face.
Manga about a defective vampire.
Two dozen pencil trays.
Cedar.
The parameters of bachelor living.
It's only a mild bout of gout.
I will not let it win.
It was a burrito con carnitas y queso, sin frijoles. With guacamole and nuclear salsa on the side. Consumed around tea time.
This blogger is seriously fond of carnitas.
I regret nothing.
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