I am not always good at remembering my dreams, but last night's was pretty crazy.

I have been awake for a few hours now, so it's faded away from my memory, but I remember the soundtrack.


 
Which is a good reason to not (or to) spend yer Saturday watching sports (baseball, Kentucky Derby, and the Richmond 400) and drinking Red Bull and vodka.

Last night, we sprang for some Jimmy John's, which is cool.  I figured JJ's was pretty much an Illinois thing (well, it was, but apparently now, it's bad, it's nationwide), so it's awesome to have one close by.

Taking cues from DeFrog, the Great Clive Library Book Sale of 2006, Monterrey Bay, and James Dean, I have give Steinbeck a plunge (specifically East of Eden), I will let you know what I think.

Also, I am not one for dream analysis, but here's a good one for you. I have been doing (giving) job interviews with some frequency (oh, one a week), which I don't really mind all that much.

Well, in my dream I had four interviews all scheduled at the same time, and I was trying to run back and forth to do them all. Alright, there you go. I don't know why four, but I do think I know the answer. I'm bleedin' Quadrophenic.