Blue shoes

I've been thinking (here's a surprise) about how I don't tend to try and interpret my dreams. They're always very vivid and often very strange and I remember them well, but it never seems to go beyond that. Last night, for example, I dreamt that Jeff needed a secret identity and so we made him one, but by the time we got to the end and had everything in order we'd forgotten why he needed a secret identity in the first place. I never even questioned the fact that the little man with yellow fingertips and thumbs started showing up.

On the other hand, I seem to try and interpret waking life in the way others try and interpret their dream life. I think 'this is happening to me right now...what does it mean?'

I can't figure out why that happened, when I switched between the two.

Anyway, I'm in an attention getting sort of mood today. I'm all in blue, the shade that makes people stop me about my eyes more than usual. I'm awful fiesty. Watch out, boys, you'll all be in love with me by day's end if you cross my path today.

Others have been for less, after all.