Last night I dreamt that the Statue of Liberty had been made detachable and portable and was being schlepped around from town to town in an old flat-bed pickup. Said pickup was behind me and a friend as we drove along and I commented on how much smaller the Statue was than I had imagined it, and in real life I did find it disappointingly small, so perhaps Ms. Liberty could benefit from some of the spam I've been getting, or perhaps I've created a whole new sleazy come-on here: "Liberate the monument, baby. (And sorry it's so disappointingly small.)"

I also dreamt that I had moved into a new-to-me-but-actually-older apartment and quickly realized that the place was falling apart. Dripping ceiling, leaky toilet, flooded bathroom, and best of all, the rat I discovered in the bedroom closet, and for the life of me I couldn't find the phone number for maintenance, just a bunch of old Monkees memorabilia, and I couldn't see how that was going to help me. Shortly afterwards, I dreamt that I was telling somebody about this dream, and it wasn't you, here.