It's been a while since I've written, hasn't it. Actually, you shouldn't scold me for not writing all this time, for I have. I wrote my 5 pages for February.
Quite a bit has happened that I haven't written about. In fact, I unfortunately tell you very little of the events occurring around me. I have a spotty record when it come to writing in here.
Lately I've been having strange dreams. Somewhere in them some characters from M*A*S*H (the tv program) shows up. I really don't know why. It's probably because I've been seeing it more lately. It's on for a whole hour on channel 50. In my dream, I was sitting with dad and Colman in a small room. There was a stereo in it and I was about to put in a cassette when I spotted this red book on the floor with a picture of a graying Alan Alda. In the book it said that before starring in Mash, Alan Alda's name was Greer Garson. He was supposedly a very strange and eccentric artist. Strange and eccentric enough to warrant a book being written about him and his eccentricity. For some reason Greer changed his name to Alan Alda, had his gray hair turn black, and became an actor. I showed this book to dad, who thought it was quite interesting. Then I went out of the room to the outside, where it was night. The night was almost normal except for one thing. The stars looked like liquid blue spots surrounded by rings of orange. The stars moved all over the sky and coagulated into a big mass. I took my binoculars out and peered through them at the mass. The stars were bright and big. The moon was also very strange. It was multi-colored and revolving in an orbit around the point of the sky directly above us. It never sank below the horizon, but just revolved around the point, changing colors.
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