It would be one thing to say I had several phone calls from a woman tonight, but really it was a crazy bird woman (as Megan would say) and she was just looking for her cell phone. I’m the keeper of the bird propaganda and somehow her phone got stuck in the box with all the fliers about birds and the promotion of green spaces. Really, I have no way of making that sound more exciting than it was, me out in the field with a flashlight and then digging through a box filled with dead bird specimens to see if I could find a cell phone. It was about as exciting as the Raiders offense today.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I had this nightmare a few days ago where I was trying to call someone to bail me out of jail. Somehow I got my new car up to 110MPH and it was a mandatory trip to the clink. My last car would do 110 with no problems but somehow I kind of doubt the Civic Hybrid was made to reach that sort of speed. In any case, I doubt I’ll accidentally go that fast.

I hardly ever remember my dreams. I wonder why I had to remember that one.