A few weeks ago I had a dream (most likely induced by 老婆’s request that I stop there for her) I was in Marukai, went up a back way and found a new floor where they kept a library of Japanese books. The curator approached me with my order, a scroll on a tatami plate, which her assistant removed from its wrapping by haphazardly cutting into the trim. She asked me to read it to her, but none of the characters were familiar. I BS’d and tried to run for it, but the stairs down led to the same place, like in the “House that Jack Built” episode of the Avengers I watched not too long ago. When I actually did go to the store the next day, nothing. Not even カレーうどん. Maybe I should’ve tried the second level?
Will’s online girlfriend appeared in another dream, accompanied by a male companion she introduced as Evan while we strolled down a Little Tokyo street. He said he’d check with her, but more than likely the connection is from our office guest with that last name—what exactly does she do, anyway? Or it’s time for me to dig up the Kentucky Fried Movie for an audience with Mr. Kim.
Last night I found myself in a gang like Angel’s (having also revisited the series finale recently) on a mission to defeat our deadliest enemies: Alfre Woodard from Star Trek: First Contact took on a corse-like creature by confusing it with songs, the last of which was the Jackson 5’s “ABC”. Myself and Kutner from House were charged with a pair of killers. We snuck upon them and I throttled one, but the other managed to produce a knife and stab my partner. He survived… unlike in Season Five, which I fast-forwarded through this lazy Sunday afternoon.
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