December 29th

I dreamed that I was going to the Olympics. In my hotel room (which was inside the stadium) there was a sort of infrangible shield bolted to the floor. It had a picture of an apple painted on it. It was meant to protect the "A-Apple", which was kept underneath. I somehow got the A-Apple out from under the shield. This turned out to be the parent object for all the apples in the world. I messed around with it (it came apart like a puzzle), and then couldn't get it put back like it was before, so that I ruined all of the world's apples. I felt guilty for ruining the apples, but also had this strong sense of foreboding because this implied that everything had a parent object, and could be ruined that easily.

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The Giant Weasel started carrying this weird grade of nova lox in these little tubs. The stuff's uber-cheap, and is probably made of bait salmon, but I like it. It's odd-shaped chewy chunks of meat, packed in vegetable oil. For some reason the oil just makes it perfect.

I need more raw fish in my life.

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You know you're a bachelor when you're getting ready for major housecleaning, and your list of supplies you'll need to buy includes beer.

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Lysol's "Basin, Tub and Tile Cleaner" strips off floor wax better than anything I've ever used.

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I was strongly tempted when waxing to sweep some dust and stuff into one corner of the floor, then wax it into a solid lumpy mass the way the school janitor used to do. I'm not sure if that impulse stemmed from some sort of dysfunctional nostalgia or just plain perversity.