Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Woke in middle of a dream about hot dogs, condiments. Shaky & cold, coffee's brewing. When I think I can't go on, I think of the Chairman's smiling face. The imperialists are paper tigers.

Peretz is reacting to the colder weather by spending a lot more time curled in a ball, clever dog, we're a lot alike.

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