Sunday, January 11, 2004
I dreamt last night I shared an apartment with Madonna. Somehow it was agreed I would help her organize her room. As I approached her door, which was ajar, she was performing one of her songs like she was on stage. She interrupted herself, and coyly she said, "Who is that out there? I know you're there!" I went in and found that her room was very large—about 20 by 30 feet. However, she parked two motorcycles and a bicycle in the room among her belongings. I wanted to move her motorcycle but knew I had to ask permission first. Near the motorcycle there was something accumulating on the ground in a line. I looked up at the ceiling and there was some unknown substance dripping from the ceiling in the same straight line. I tried getting a closer look, but that's when the dream ended. I don't remember anything else.—Breakfast: cinnamon raisin bagel and cream cheese, blackberries with whipped cream for me, yogurt with walnuts for Patrick. Sent Travis and Erick a copy of the recipe for the chocolate cake. Errands and shopping: Home Depot, Office Depot. Lunch at Quizno's. Dinner at home with Patrick: the same salad recipe from yesterday except Patrick added tomatoes this time, bread, pan-fried herbed shrimp. Patrick talked with his mom today who confirmed that she was going to be moving on January 24 to a new apartment, which means that she's also quitting her job with the evil nuns for whom she manages a housekeeping staff. Good for her! We're both very happy she's taking this positive big step in her life. Chatted with Colleen who Patrick and I hadn't seen since a birthday party for Pedro and the kids on May 12, 2001. She'd left KPMG and is now a CFO for a small company called Alpine Healthcare. I arranged to see her and her family in February. She told me that our college friend Janelle Wong is now a TV reporter and sometimes anchor with ABC News in San Francisco—wow, I had no idea! Chatted with Tina. Repotted some plants.