It's Sunday afternoon on January 14th. It is a brutally cold winter day here in the barren tundra known as my so-called life. I was looking forward to watching the Steelers playoff game versus Buffalo, but it has been cancelled by a major winter storm. I can't go outside, so here I sit.
I thought I would relate a dream I had last week because nothing in my life is very interesting, but I do have some odd dreams. It was relatively short and was right before I woke up, so I remembered it. I was at a Morrissey concert. The concert was in a church, and I was in the third row of the pews. It was the last song of the show before the encore. It was Morrissey from 1984 dressed in all white wearing those brown horned rimmed glasses. It was not The Smiths because present day Boz Boorer was the guitar player. I can't remember anyone else in the band but Boz. Morrissey sang "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others". As soon as the song was over, he left the stage and went over and sat in the first row of the pews on the left side of the stage with Boz. He started looking at an iPad and was engrossed in whatever he was doing. I turned my head for a second to look around the church at the crowd. I turned back and Our Moz was gone. I was sad that we weren't going to have an encore, and then at that moment I woke up. Back to reality, unfortunately the delights of going to work were calling. Ah yes, the mundane life of Harrison.
In news from the real world. Our Moz has posted several photos of him in Paris. I wonder why he is in Paris? Do you think he could be "Throwing his arms around Paris"? Well anyways he looks content at being in La Ville Lumier. Au revoir.
Beati qui persecutionem patiuntur propter iustitiam quoniam ipsorum est regnum caelorum.
