I had the most blood-thirsty – terror filled Ugly-Dream last night – I suspect due in no good part to late pre-sleep blog readings (please only click if you are in a space to cope with strong emotions). The Ugly-Dream was on the other hand solid material for a screen-play (which given the stereotype that many New Yorkers are either wannabe writers or actors, could make for a promising sideline for me – though I consider myself to be a writer, and not a wannabe). The Ugly-Dream did involve electrode torture for no good purpose, maiming of children and general random destruction … I would need to tighten up the plot around this one.

Note to self: no more disturbing videos prior to bed.

Also, conceptually pillaging from my current read, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer), I promise not to listen to sad music too often, especially when walking the streets of New York alone … gives you “heavy boots” to continue the pillaged book language. Melancholy is only helpful when the sun is shining and there is a slight breeze to snap you out of it. While I do write well in this state, I may keep writing to other-yet-to-be-determined-states-of-being. The sun right now is lovely and the Hudson River is sparkling.

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