Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night unable to remember what I was dreaming about with, what I suspect, is an entirely unrelated bit of pop-kitsch ephemera lodged in my frontal lobe. Part of the problem is I've been falling asleep with the stereo tuned to ESPN Radio and hearing the score of the Braves-Tampa Bay interleague game for the 50th time seems to interfere with my dreamscape.
Monday, July 17, 2000
Pop Culture Detritus Cranial Jam
"Smithers had thwarted my earlier attempt to take candy from a baby; but, with him out of the picture, I was free to wallow in my crapulence."
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night unable to remember what I was dreaming about with, what I suspect, is an entirely unrelated bit of pop-kitsch ephemera lodged in my frontal lobe. Part of the problem is I've been falling asleep with the stereo tuned to ESPN Radio and hearing the score of the Braves-Tampa Bay interleague game for the 50th time seems to interfere with my dreamscape.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night unable to remember what I was dreaming about with, what I suspect, is an entirely unrelated bit of pop-kitsch ephemera lodged in my frontal lobe. Part of the problem is I've been falling asleep with the stereo tuned to ESPN Radio and hearing the score of the Braves-Tampa Bay interleague game for the 50th time seems to interfere with my dreamscape.
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