February 23, 2004
I had a funny dream last night. Before bed, I was contemplating the 8th step of A.A., which states "we humbly asked him [our higher power] to remove our shortcomings."
In my world view, one's shortcomings need to be let go of, which is a bit different from being removed. Or is it?
Anyway I dreamt of a dump truck with a neon sign over it that read "Fault Haul." This is amusing because the "Faultline" is a popular bar in L.A. and used to be my favorite haunt.
I interpreted it as God (or who/whatever) sending me a dump truck in which I could unload all my faults. No doubt my recent move played a role in the imagery.
So that seems to straddle both letting them go and having them removed, n'est-ce pas?
Interviewing today. Hope I don't cough my way out of a job. But seeing the doc afterwards just to make sure I'm not tubucular. (Just kidding. It's not that bad.)
My basic cable doesn't get "The Dog Whisperer" or "The Daily Show." Poverty is hell.
MCO 2005
P.S. The sun is shining. Finally. But the forecast says more rain due later this week. Oy. Noah, get those giraffes in the ark, pronto!
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