March 5, 2005
I had a squel to a dream. It was a follow-up to a dream I had where I was a train captain. Or is it engineer? Either way, I had the striped hat, so you know it's official. It was not as good as the original. Ha, ha, Diary. Well, it's true in Hollywood, California and it's true in my subconscious. They've been on the same page before, but rarely sober. I was sorting through some maps at my desk this morning and I came upon an ancient promotional brochure for Clovis, California. I remember before I got the acting bug I had thought about moving there to work in areospace and be a painter. It's funny how things turn out. I wonder if I would have been happier assembling F-86 wings. Only the maker knows, Diary.