The Red Sweater

So much news from the weekend - I’ll write about it when I’m a little more awake (since I’ve been up since 3:30 AM to catch the plane) and a little less disturbed. Yes, I am disturbed. I came home from work early and laid down for a little nap. I dreamt that I started loosing my teeth. One in front went first and then a couple more and pretty soon I was spitting teeth fragments (gross, I know, but think of how I feel). It was so real. I couldn’t find Bob and my mom didn’t want to bother the doctor, so I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. Finally, though rumor, I learned that I had 11 months to live. Losing my teeth didn’t seem like such a tragedy. I think I was also losing my hair. I remember wearing a wig and jamming a couple teeth back in my mouth to go to a party. Now, tell me. What the hell does all that mean???