I dreamt that I was at my little high school theater, sitting in the audience watching a show being put on by Ben Rosenbaum and Meghan McCarron and a bunch of people from my days back at the theater. For some reason, they were doing an audio recording of the show for David Moles, because he’s in Switzerland.

I sat next to my old friend Ryan, who still looked fourteen, and he told me he’d had a dream that the two of us were married and owned a truck-repair business.

“How’d that dream make you feel?” I asked.

“Happy,” he said.

Behind us sat the VanderMeers, and Jeff kept trying to get my attention.

“After the show we should all go out and get something to eat,” Jeff said.

“Sure, sure,” I said, but this idea filled me with panic, because this was my hometown of Battle Ground, and.. there aren’t any good places to eat there.

So while the show rolled and David’s tape recorder recorded and Ryan tried to decide whether or not to ask me to marry him, I worried over where the hell I could take the VanderMeers out to dinner that wouldn’t embarrass me. The local Burgerville seemed a little bit gauche.

Moral of the story:

I need to stop reading my blogroll so much.

And invest in a high-quality eatery in Battle Ground.

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