Thursday, July 22, 2004
I seldom recall my dreams but a few days ago I had a new one. I was interviewing for a PA. (That's Personal Assistant, not Prince Albert.) I was in a home office, which felt like my home but the house is not one I know. I'd say it was built in the seventies. My ex, Hermione, was helping me. He told me about the person I was due to interview, made a cup of tea for us, and was discretely out of the room while I talked with the prospective PA. He was acting exactly like a PA. My thoughts were I don't need a personal assistant, but it would be nice. In writing this I guess my subconscious is telling me I should enlist his help in dating, even though in the past couple of years I've seen how our tastes are so different.
Knight of Shadows
Ephermeral marks left after traversing the web.
Go outside and enjoy the sunshine
Not so deep
Enhancements, yeah right
Work in progress
Downloading the internet
Militant Feminist Quiz
The Prisoner
Domain progress
Shrewd and aggressive