I couldn't half use a drink. . .

Somebody is playing the anvil chorus in my head and they're using real anvils.

The physical world and the veterans administration have been taking up too much of my attention for me to do much on my look around for the "dreamer from the blue room".

Right now I could use to get drunk and get laid. But that's not a polite thing to say. So pretend I didn't.

Tonight is another journey group. Perhaps I'll see the man from the "blue room" again. I should give him some other name. I've had a first name I've called him by but I don't want to confuse the issue with it.

Who, what, and where ever he is I hope he's having a better week of it than I am.