10.13.00 - 15:28:10

I had a nightmare last night.

It was not any mere nightmare, it was a wake up sweating sheets I'm not sure I'll make it through the night nightmare. It was a reduce me to a slick sweet core of nothing but fear and far-too-thin skin. It was a hollowing, harrowing thing.

Why does the mind conjure up such phantoms, such phantasms, such phantasmagoric I know what you are sort of fears from the dredged depths of the subconscious?

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There was a parade on the streets below. A parade consisting of a single marching band, and a number of agencies that help disabled people - the Division of Rehab Services, the local sliding scale mental health place, the VA Medical Center.

The marching band was sufficiently noisy, and easily heard on the tenth floor - and the parade was an absolute fascination for everyone remaining. Most folks are out of the office today - those who are not attending depositions or preparing for multiple trials are golfing.

Golfing is the single largest marketing activity in which we engage.

I say we, but I do not mean we. I, for example, to not golf. Though I think we need a minigolf team to give the chicas something to do.

At any rate - while the marching band was passing, I was stalking the halls, because I'm busy, but bored. Busy, but I needed coffee. And a dreamsicle jelly belly from my secretary's desk. And I wanted to know WTF a marching band was doing going down mainstreet of this sinking little town at eleven a.m. on a Friday the 13th. Were we celebrating scariness?

I can show them scariness.

Nevertheless - literally, every attorney was glued to his her window watching the parade. There were not actually any secretaries around (I told you everyone was gone), or I'm sure they would've been too. Surreal, baby.

Might update more later.