Manquake

I just got Doctor Zhivago in the mail. The envelope describes it as: A brilliant, epic film about a man and his mistress caught up in the manquake of the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917.

Manquake.

Plus the disc is two-sided. I've never had to flip before.

All in all, I'm very excited.

Dream

Last night I dreamt that I desperately needed to check my email, but instead of a keyboard there was only a bunch of little blue beanbags in the shapes of the letters. They were in a basket--like kids toys in the living room--and I had to search through to find the letters I needed. The worst part was that you could hardly tell what letter each bag was supposed to be, because they were really blobby. AND I couldn't remember my email passcode, so I kept having to do it over and over. Another weird thing was that the keyboard had been there but was lost by my bestfriend from childhood, Yamuna, who I haven't seen or talked to in about ten years. I think she came up with the beanbag idea to placate me. And then the beanbags worked. Or sort of.