Saturday, October 29, 2005

The Mailman's Nightmare

I have this recurring nightmare....

Everyone in the world... everyone but me... everyone has the problems of babies.

I mean, they're normal height and all -five feet, six feet tall- but they have these giant heads... like babies, you know? And they have enormous eyes, and these tiny arms and tiny legs, and they can hardly walk.

And in the nightmare, I'm going down the street and when I see them coming I step aside... you know, to give them some room.

They don't read or write, so I don't have that much to do. Jobwise, anyway, it's pretty easy.

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