I dreamed that I was acting as the casting consultant for the film adaptation of my novel. I watched someone’s audition and looked down at the script. The director asked me what I thought, was the actor right for the part? I don’t remember what I said, or much else.

I would gripe about how our landlady just raised our rent for the third consecutive year without making a single improvement to our unit — while also buying herself a new and modern kitchen — but it would just anger me again and we are leaving soon enough anyway. So.

It’s always so cold in San Francisco. We don’t get seasons here.