Lots of pleasant dreams lately, but I
can't remember them well—but the last part of the one last night—I
was going somewhere—on some kind of transit—and I see
someone—Pardise, I think—she tells me that David Letterman is
having a contest in which you send him one paragraph—and if you
win—I don't know, he'll read it, or you'll be on the show. I get
started right away. His address is something George Bush Plaza, and I
get started writing about George Bush and forget about Letterman,
momentarily. Then, somehow, I get caught up in doing a painting of
David Letterman—it's with watercolors, because that's what I
have—but they have an oil-like quality. It's easy and going well. I
end up really getting into it, and it's more of an abstract painting,
actually—but I'll send it to him anyway. It's really fun and I
really feel like I'm really painting.
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