2003-06-06 9:09 p.m.
Sea Breezes Warp My Dreams
Dateline: Maui.
Last night I had a dream.
I had just bought a little convertible -- not like the one I have now, but a bright blue one, a cross between a del Sol and a Karmann Ghia, with a Miata-style hardtop. Every time I parked it, it would wait until I was a fair distance away and then drive itself off to the airport.
Johnny Carson was going to help me find a car psychic, who would talk to my otherwise sweet and well-behaved car, find out why it kept driving itself to the airport, and help me convince it to stop.
Then I woke up.
I don't know how well this "coming home and going back to work" thing is going to go.