my aunt cursella is coming to sit on the roof

I have such strange dreams at "that time of the month." (Maritime lawyers sometimes exhibit female characteristics. It's no cause for concern). During that first night of the curse, my sleep is almost feverish. In fact I suspect my temperature might rise during that time. My mind can't settle on one thought. My dreams are restless and outlandish. Instead of sinking into deep, relaxing slumber and having one dream about something reasonably coherent, it's like falling into a whirlwind of pent-up nervous energy. I can't remember what I dreamed about this time. I forgot almost as soon as I woke up.

Last night, though, I had my yearly "I'm on stage and have forgotten my lines" dream. It's weird, because during the day the play is the last thing I'm worried about, and stage fright hasn't set in yet, but apparently my subconscious has other ideas. I kept on getting on stage with only a vague idea what the scene was supposed to be about, and improvising terribly. It was embarassing. I also think bagels were involved.


So Hillary and Obama are running! An exciting time on the Hill, I presume?