woke up laughing
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2001.02.09
I woke up laughing this morning. I'd been having the strangest dream, as the saying goes, in which I was hanging around in some kind of bar or inn or something and had watched the people I was hanging out with go off to get some food. I though, as I watched them go, that they were too clueless to actually find food. And I was right.
They came back, without any success. One of them was so hungry he was eating the leather case from his mobile phone.