As per usual I was exhausted after work yesterday. My job is a multitasking job where I am generally working on at least three projects while taking select phone calls. The calls introduce new projects and so I spend my day constantly reprioritizing what needs to be done first. I went home and got a long hot shower. Around seven thirty I was called back into work to serve as a body for the Shiatsu class “final exam” as the intended body did not show. Post Shiatsu I had enough energy to watch part of Akira Kirasawa’s Dreams, move my Cichlids from their ten gallon to a new twenty gallon set up, play a game of chess with Paul, and read some in my new Tom Robbins Book – Fierce Creatures Home From Hot Climates. I got to sleep around one, but still as a result of the Shiatsu I feel deeply rested today. I dreamt I was a the base player in a basement band – Eddie Van Halen was sitting to my right at one point and he was talking about wanting to buy a new eight string base with a special kind of pick up, but he was conflicted, he was going to be in KC this weekend and wanted to buy about a thousand dollars worth of cocaine. I nodded it commiseration, “It can get expensive when you’re buying for a lot of people.” “Right” As a non-musician I find this dream to be doubly odd. Unfortunately most of the convoluted plot faded in my rush to get to work on time otherwise I might be able to tell you how I got there.