There were very odd dreams last night. I was in some sort of suv with ben affleck and we were on our way to a wedding. We stopped at the hotel and he needed something to eat, but it had to be succotash. I've no idea either in real life or in dreams what it is supposed to be. Ben explained it to me: it required 1 can tomato soup, 1 can corn, and one package of refrigerator biscuits all run through a food processor, simmered for 45 minutes on medium heat, then it was to sit for thirty minutes and had to be served with really long skinny toast from a baguette. I was rummaging through the hotel pantry and couldn't find tomato soup and tried to improvise, all the while his mother was there bitching at me. I spilled tomato glop all over the place but ben had to eat so I just scraped it back off the burner and back into the bowl.

I also woke with the idea that I would find my photoshop discs. I remembered that Bruce borrowed and did not return them. I spent the morning in his home office and did indeed find them in a very difficult to find place. Bruce had previously attempted an upgrade to a newer version of photoshop which is apparently incompatable to my copy which complicates matters. I finally just installed my version which seems to work fine. The problem is that his upgrade included acrobat professional. Well, as I do not have an official copy of anything 'professional' grade by adobe, I can't open pdf's at all. Oh, and now itunes wants to format my ipod to run on windoze. I think it's confused, but 'format' and 'ipod' sends some sort of panicy reaction through me so that is not going to happen. So the plan for that is to turn off the damn thing again and extract my ipod while it's powered down and see if that works. The ipod could be fried, the computer could be fried (again), I just don't want to go through the reloading of all my music again unless absolutely necessary.