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Friday, July 06, 2001

Dream last night was a mishmosh. First of all, I dreamt about Lola the pug I met at the park last week, or at least a pug that looked like Lola. I remember she was running around and being oh so cute. Also dreamt about our basement, except instead of it being small, dark, old, and with a low ceiling and windows covered up with insullation, it was large, bright, and high-ceilinged. It was also very weird...there were these fake drop ceiling tiles hanging off the ceiling, and they were really ugly and rusted looking. I could see underneath them that the floor from above was made of really nice polished wood. Part of the basement, however, opened up to the back yard and that area was unfinished...it was open to the elements and covered with wire and plastic sheets. I was worried that someone could easily break into the house and that the heating bills would be outrageous in the winter. Later, I don't now if it was the same house or a different one...I think it was a different one as it was too different from our old house...it was more mid 20th century/later mid-century era like a split level. I was looking for a guest bathroom to throw a big wad of suntan lotion away, but couldn't find a waste basket (don't ask me why I didn't wash it off). Then I was planning on going "swimming" in a nearby lake. That's all I remember.
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Thursday, July 05, 2001

I did not go outside yesterday. Stan was at work, and I stayed inside and worked on creating fonts. Ironic, since that was the Fourth of July, when people are SUPPOSED to be outside. Oh, it was a beautiful day, nothing wrong with the weather...simply lovely. It was my face. My very burned and scabbed and peeling red nose, to be exact. With the naturally white skin around my eyes caused by the sunglasses, it makes me look, well, sort of dead...you know pictures of dead people when their noses are darker than the rest of their face. When Tim came over I kept the lights out...don't want people seeing how I look in this condition. (Watched "Summer of Sam"....Saturday we watched "Apocalypse Now"...we own both on videe...great films for the summer!) I will remain in hiding until I am forced to leave the house next Wednesday to retrieve my paintings in Plymouth. I will have to send Stan on all errands, and have him water the plants. I want to be outside, but I can't expose myself to anymore sun, nor to the public who would be horrified upon viewing my face. I am so afraid I did irreprarable damage to myself...by statistical accounts, I am prime candidate for skin cancer, although I know of no one in my family who ever got it, but of course, I have no family so that doesn't account for much.

Stan didn't come out unharmed from the day at Devil's Lake either...although not burned as severely as I was, he's now suffering bad from swimmer's itch (caused by a parasite that lives in the lake that mistakes humans for snails!). Bad rash in areas all over his body. Don't know why I didn't get swimmer's itch...maybe I don't taste as much like a snail as Stan does. Karmically, I guess it's because I don't need to suffer twice.
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Tuesday, July 03, 2001

A woman that I freelance for in town forwarded me this little gem in the email. I'm so glad I live in Madison!

>>For Democrats only! See below......
>>
>>
>> >
>>> Washington 06/04/01 22:54 EST (AP)
>>>
>>> The GOP National Committee announced today that it is changing the
>>> Republican
>>> emblem from an elephant to a condom because it more clearly reflects the
>>> party's political stance. A condom stands up to inflation, halts
>>> production, destroys
>>> the next generation, protects a bunch of pricks, and gives one a sense of
>>> security
>>> while screwing others.
>>>
>>> And, furthermore, it was reported today that at a White House staff meeting
>>> last week
>>> there was a heated discussion about the health of Vice President Cheney
>>> and his angina problem. President Bush interrupted and stated emphatically
>>> that
>>> "Men do not have anginas." The President was especially perplexed when a
>>> staffer
>>> said that Cheney has "acute angina."

Can't you just hear and see SNL's Will Farrell in his Bush character squinting his eyes saying "Men do not have anginas"?

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Last night I dreamed about a dog. It looked sort of like a Papillon, but it was larger with leaner, longer limbs. I remember its ears were quite large. One would talk to the dog and it would look at you and cock its head to the side, sort of like the way pugs do, but it was hardly pug-like. I think I woke up crying...I don't know if it had anything to do with the dog or not.
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Monday, July 02, 2001

Saturday. Go up Devil's Lake. Put suntan lotion on all parts of exposed body. No apply to face. Face sensitive to chemicals. Don't want face break out. Face won't burn...face always exposed to sun. Play in water. Sit on edge of water. Dangle feet in water. Play more in water. Have fun. Too much fun. Six hours later. Need go home, need change wet clothes. Go restroom, change clothes. Look in mirror. Face red. Face very red. Face white where wear sunglasses. Go back car. Go home. Stomach not feel good. Get home, look in mirror. Face even more red. Face in pain. Look like inverse raccoon. Take Ibuprofen. Sunday. Nose skin puffy. Skin break, ooze blister fluid. Face not as red, yet redder in parts. Feel like movie stars during painful suncracked blistered "Wandering Man in the Desert Scene" (Lawrence of Arabia, The Good the Bad and the Ugly, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, etc.) Wish my face only stage makeup too. Use much Noxema. Monday. More blisters on nose and cheeks. Not pretty. Face hurt. Glad no have webcam.
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