2002-04-01 / 2:13 p.m.

(your not-so-classic sponge-meets-dish towel story...)

I think that I have discovered a new dream aid – codeine. Yes indeed, codeine-laced cough syrup. While it does no good when it comes to actually suppressing a cough or lulling me to sleep – once I am in slumberland the results are even more out there than my normal nocturnal wanderings.

Friday night I was visited by the following vision:

Setting: the kitchen. There is a large window above the kitchen sink. Next to the window is a wall with a hook. Hanging on the hook are a sponge and a dish towel.

The sponge is a girl-sponge. Cute and curvy. The dish towel is a boy towel – green and white plaid and looks a bit like Carlos Leon (you know, Madonna’s ex and the father of her daughter Lourdes).

The girl sponge has a thing for the boy dish towel but the boy does not return her feelings. Instead he says that if she wants a boyfriend he knows this dish towel down the street who has a picture on his wall that can help her out.

The dish towel helps the sponge draft a note to send down the street to the other dish towel in hopes that the other dish towel will send the picture back to help the sponge find a boyfriend.

Don’t ask me how this picture – I don’t even know what it is a picture of- is supposed to help.

Don’t ask me why a sponge is attracted to a dish towel or why a dish towel isn’t attracted to a really cute sponge.

Some things just are, I guess.

last night ... tonight