when i met you in the restaurant/you could tell i was no debutante/you asked me what's my pleasure/a movie or a measure?

Strange dream: I was hanging out on the balcony of this girl I work with, someone I never really hang out with, or even talk to much. The apartment was on the 22nd floor and the balcony had no guard rail, no wall- just some chairs and then a ledge- you could literally just trip and fall down 22 stories. I started freaking out because A) I hate heights and B) I just read the bit in A HEARTBREAKING WORK OF STAGGERING GENIUS where his friend is on a deck that collapses & she goes into a coma... I decide it's definitely not a safe place to be and rush to get back into the apartment, but the balcony starts crumbling apart. Just as I start to fall, I wake up.

interpretations?

finally... THERE WAS NO HITCHCOCK TRIBE ON TRIBE.NET!! wait did i already rant about this? There's a freaking tribe for everything there.... I am, quite frankly, aghast. And ya'll know how much I LOVE to say that I'm all aghast. It's a fun word.

rick
-in the dvd player: BOYS LIFE 2 (still haven't seen the last movie, but my Matt McGrath crush has increased. Yay for Matts)
-in the vcr: The tape I was supposed to have recorded last night's GREY'S ANATOMY on that has about 3 minutes of the show because I can't add or subtract.
-in the stereo: Miles Davis: IN A SILENT WAY. cuz it's the mood I'm in, kids.
-in the bookbag: AHWoSG (still. less than a hundred pages left & this bums me out, but I have a new Sarah Vowell book to read after, so I'll be okay.)
-in the subject line: Blondie. "Dreaming". If you didn't know this... I'm not sure I can ever speak with you again.