Howd you sleep? I slept pretty good though the moon was full and I ate Georgia's cookies. The stupid movie we watched, Anora, didn't haunt my dreams. The dreams were organic, I'm trying to do practical stuff, trying to work it out. Life I guess, specific. The song Goodbye Horses played in my pinecone gland. That's where the soul sleeps and dreams are made. Olive is growing up fast we must remember. She lets us sleep in but we mustn't sleep too long. We must wake up. We must.