Didn't spend much time meditating last night.
I'm trying to figure out if my dreams "wandered" anymore than normal. It doesn't seem that way.
Barrelhouse Dave was pissed about a blog post I wrote about Barrelhouse. He told me to stop trying to be funny and stick to writing about "minor" poetry
of a woman poet who wore blue face make-up
I downloaded a bunch of scary/Halloween movies to watch with Chris, but there was only one he was willing to see
I made up with a writer with who I recently had an icky interaction
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Perhaps the dreams are demonstrating a resistance to wandering?
I will try wandering better today.