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It’s either desertification or being turned into foie gras around here.  After last week’s tsunami of socializing I am now more like bleached bones on a craggy rock in the middle of the Pacific.  My seven layer Texas taco dip has turned into an unsalted tortilla chip.  The thousands of feral barn cats have turned into a fat ancient house cat that sleeps all day.  A feeding frenzy of hammerhead sharks is a filet of orange roughy.   Cans of live bait have become a red and white plastic bobber.  Crowds of drunk freshman at Spring Fling have turned into an empty sidewalk next to a trashcan.

I have started that weird thing again where I wake myself up at night laughing at funny things you readers say to me in my sleep–that’s how starved for entertainment I am.  Last time it was a reader telling me that she has 1,200 jellyfish in her house.  I thought that was so hilarious in my dream that I started laughing, but when you are asleep it doesn’t sound the same and my husband thought I was groaning, I guess.  So then he woke me up.   Although I have nothing at all going on during the day I have plenty of other fun things that happen in my dreams, but unfortunately I can only remember them again when I am sleeping.  I do have a plan though:  I am going to make a salad.  I am thinking parsley.  Maybe some salt.  I don’t want to overstimulate myself again.