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Had Spice Girls in my head all last night, which was a peculiar flashback experience. The dreams in the night, however, centred around Buddha doing dirty things, which I suspect has something to do with finishing Valis and this book on homosexuality in literature that came through check-in yesterday, with Japanese saucy woodcuts inside. I rather didn't expect to dream about Gautama doing that, but I wish my body was that flexible. Oh well, whenever I get back into the yoga.

On my way out the door to have breakfast with Samara and then hopefully find somewhere quiet to read for a few hours before I go to work. My mum's in town, but I won't see her until tomorrow night. She's brought a friend by the name of Don, and they want somewhere to go dancing. I was thinking perhaps the Upstairs Caberet, which I've never been to.