August 11th, 2004


I'm not sure

If it's anything to do with anything, but my times witgh Kris (at least those spent on a real bed rathewr than an air matress) are characterised by strange dreams.

Earlier, I dreamed I was ranting like a fucker at J. K. Rowling about how she was writing nothing more than a very poor imitation of Mage and her defending herself because "nobody's done anything like it before".

The other was weirder, involving breder nanotech, Brighton pier, Paul's dog Emma, an old people's home and Dr Pepper branded vodka and Pepsi branded peanuts. That one's going to be a story.