i was having this really creepy dream last night where i was in one of the freihofer baking plants. but there were big bins that would come through on rollers, kind of like in a mine shaft. and it was dark thunderstorm all alone everyone left didn't say good bye and i couldn't decide if i was going to leave my shift. lightning, bad scene nightmare material. and then suddenly patrice came in in a yellow raincoat to work her shift. with her laugh and her lipstick, and she made it suddenly not a bad dream anymore.
greg, i love your mom.
also, today i had lunch with clifford stringfellow. for those who don't know clifford stringfellow holds a key to my spirituality. i don't know what that means. but this definitely seems like progress.
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