Last night I was visited by the ghost of Charles Schulz. I swear! He said, "You've treated your dog Snoopy badly, and now he has run away!" Then he pointed an ominiminous finger at me and he said, "Come with me." So I did. We walked down this hall and he pointed through a window and sitting by a fireplace was me with Snoopy. He said, "This is what could have been." I hope it was all just a bad dream.
[November 13, 2001 @ 08:41 AM]
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