love and loss and tailor dreams

i couldn't sleep last night because i was having one of those reflective nights where i draw a bunch of comics and tell difficult stories to myself in front of the mirror and try on my prom dress and stuff. man that thing is huge and yellow. i need to wear it to something soon.

meanwhile, ten blocks downtown, adam couldn't sleep either (i'm sorry; that sounded like a carrie bradshaw segue) because every few hours he would wake up from these dreams about unrequited love and think "love and loss! love and loss!"

i had to go to the tailor this morning to pick up my suit. my suit! as i was lying in bed trying to gather the energy to go, i had a dream that i was at the tailors being fitted for scuba gear by scientists. "we're gonna need to divide the wetsuit," they said.

speaking of tailor fantasies, oh man remember that woody allen standup thing where he's like "it's ten after four in the afternoon, and everybody in the world mysteriously falls asleep, and the whole world sleeps til exactly one hour, til ten after five. and mysteriously upon awakening, everybody in the world is in the pants business. everyone is making cuffs and flys and cutting velvet. and a spaceship arrives from another planet, and men get out wearing shirts and ties and black socks and no pants. they say 'are the pants ready?' and we say 'no, can you come back thursday?' ..."

okay i'm going to go buy the chicago manual of style. happy new year.