Sunday, August 12, 2012

There's A Medication For Everything

When I was younger and could still occasionally get a good night's sleep, I used to routinely have dreams about the end of the world, and delighted in recounting these visions in great detail to my mother at the breakfast table. She eventually became so alarmed by the graphic particulars of my stories that she sent me to a psychiatrist, a serious man who refused to believe my contention that these dreams constituted not nightmares, but rather supreme entertainments.


  1. I wish you good nights, and sweet dreams, always.