I also had on of those nasty dreams where I'm really getting off on strangling my mother.
I am thinking about sweets. Revels.Fruit Pastilles. Wine Gums...Halvah!
Good thing I'm feeling too agoraphobic to go out and get some, or I'd eat a lot of them.
Nearly finished Mr. Spoto's Lenya biography. She's currently on the second of her three drunken gay husbands. (Plus Kurt Weill-)