The other day i had a dream that my friend Darren wrote me one of those pocket sized robert munch books about every horrible thing that i had ever done or had happen to me. i can only remember the one scene, I had fallen to the ice playing broom ball, and a bunch of other kids were standing around throwing firecrackers at me. the caption on the bottom of the page read: “And he really deserved this.”
i don’t know if that ever actually happened.
Also, what i thought was carpal tunnel syndrome, acquired during my term as a Wandering Minstrel at the Seven Oaks General Hospital, was really Hypochondria and a tendency to sleep on my hands. This is good news for all, especially those of us who look forward to reading things that i type. with my hands.