November 17, 2007

Dreamed of being in a group of wanted Irish terrorists hiding in a network of underground passages below my hometown Sackville, N.B.; finding a batch of Russian-language comics; driving a car and stepping on the gas when I mean to step on the brake. [I've never learned to drive.]

Dinner was the rest of the stew.

Saw three Sopranos episodes.

Started rereading The Amber Spyglass, the last of the His Dark Materials trilogy.