lastnite: a dream journal

Memos

Dinner at Angela's included too much salt and stale corn chips, so I wasn't a terribly happy camper. Add to that the humid weather, and I knew I'd never get to sleep. So I took one Tylenol PM and can't remember much about my dreams last night.

Howard pointed out that we didn't have to send memos with our company's logo on it, and perhaps that might help people from feeling overwhelmed.

I saw some awful animated background on a web page that was purple and gold.