Dreamt that I was teaching a couple of plays, I think they were Greek tragedies. We were outside in costumes and my friend, Janeen, from high-school, was there. Why I was the lead I wouldn't know. Maybe Jocasta from Oedipus or something of that sort?
All Tuckered Out
I have to be real quiet, if I get up, poor guy wakes up and follows me. His first toy, there, is Houdini. I registered him. He's off...

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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture...
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Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...