Highlights from last nights dream

Sunday, May 29, 2005

I was fighting with Gino Veriopolas over how to properly make the Pasticcio. I didn't think I was doing anything wrong, but he said, "Danny, now if you just want to slop this together then sure then go on, but you can do better than that. The pasticcio must be properly layered, the potato first, but these, these potatoes are too soft. Feel them, what are you making mashed potatoes? They've got to have some umph to them...some...body. What were you doing, jerking off while the potatoes were being cooked? There's like 10 potatoes that are just boiled to shit, Danny. Alright, alright, let's not get upset here. I'll take care of it. Just go clean off the tables or something."

"But I want to learn how to do it."

"Danny, there will be other times. Why don't you let me do this now. We have to get ready for dinner tonight."

I think that was it. Nothing special. I'm feeling a lot better today. I took the homepathic medicine. I'm trying to figure out what brought on this outbreak. I don't think I want to see anyone tonight. I think I'm going to be a hermit. Hey, why not.

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