I go out blogging...after midnight...

I just remembered that I got shot in my dream the other night. It's happened before and it always feels the same. Not painful, just concussive. Weird. I don't even remember the context, just the shooting.

In other weirdness...I found a MIDI file for the song Sugar,Sugar by the Archies today and thought it would be fun to learn it on ukulele. As soon as I started playing it, I heard Sharon drop the F bomb in the living room. What??, said I. And she says "I was just reading an article about how the Monkees were supposed to record that song and after Mike Nesmith had a blow up with Don Kirschner, Kirschner decided to give it to the Archies, and when you started playing that song was the exact moment that I read the words Sugar, Sugar." Fuck, what the?, who? No. Yes. I don't know what that means, but it's fucking scary.