Some things on my mind:

1. I want a place to get fancy olives in Galesburg, like fat green olives stuffed with bleu cheese and garlic. I want THAT caliber of olive. Who knows of such an oasis? Is this futile?

2. I want to stay up all night and write a story to submit to Nick Adams. It's due Tuesday by 4, but since I will be in Chicago all day, I'd need to submit it by Monday night. Is this futile? I would stay up all night, but I have such an addiction to dreams. All-nighters are so bothersome not because of the lack of sleep, but because I need dreams to punctuate my life in order to function properly. Too much reality makes me nauseous and surly.

3. No matter how bad I feel, I need to talk to people. Anyone, about anything. I skulked to dance practice today feeling foul and I talked to my dancing cohorts about chocolate-covered bacon and cool tights and felt much better. Talking is usually the last thing I want to do when I feel bad, which is, oftener and oftener, always. I need to do something about this.

4. I hate sleeping with my keys on the nightstand. I feel like I'm in a horror movie and am supposed to be constantly running somewhere but have, for some reason, decided to take a nap.