At 8:00 this morning i woke up to rap music. Hip hop, from a boom box planted directly in front of my apartment building. See, I like hip hop. I like rap. And, while this particular brand was a bit abraisive and aplified by the early hour, i usually don't mind the kids enjoying their music. It is a sign of spring, you know.
But it was so early. So i had to ask, through my open window, "Guys, could you turn it down a little bit? See, i was sleeping." And these nice young gentlemen, between talking of getting locked out of school for missing the morning bell, between tales of telling people to get out of their way and threatening to cut them because they were gangstas... they heard my request and they didn't just turn down their music. They turned it off. If not loud, then not at all, I guess. I thought that was nice.

I had a millipede crawling in my shower this morning.

I dreamt I had a fatal blood disease (which explained the dark circles under my eyes) which was diagnosed by a doctor who pressed his gloved fingers on my coccyx.