My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Tuesday, April 20, 2004:

There was a fire at work, next to my desk, started by some Christmas lights? It wasn't a horrible fire, it was contained to a small area, and Cello called to tell me about it. I felt awful. When I went in to the office later, I had some stuff to throw away, but realized that my trashcan must have burned up, because it wasn't there and my trash ended up on the floor.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004:

Then I was home, opening the mail, and opened up my American Express bill, which was for something over seven million dollars. I was shocked, and worried--the bill said that they were going to call me to discuss payment, and I had no idea how I was going to pay it. I thought, well, I'll tell them I'll quit using it, maybe they'll let me take a long time to pay. Then I thought, "Seven million?? That can't be right!" And I thought, well, I'd call them and see if there was a mistake.