$30 Million November 25, 2005
My sweetie drank too much tonight. Actually, I don’t think he really drank that much more than he sometimes does, but boy, it hit him hard tonight. He’s weaving all over the place. I left him a moment ago, brushing his teeth, on his way to bed, though it’s not quite 7 p.m. I asked him if there was anything I could get for him. Thirty million dollars. Hm. I then asked if there was anything that I could actually, reasonably procure that I could get for him. No. Sigh. Suddenly having thirty million dollars would certainly cause it’s own problems. But the ability to pay bills would not be one of them.
Such is what dreams are built on. Nighty-night.
P.S. I think I’ll go watch Harry Potter and stitch on Lilac Basket a bit while I’m waiting for time to do its thing, so I can join him in slumberland…