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Dreamed last night that I was working on device that displayed messages on a thin flexible membrane. I was designing how the device displayed the text fields. In the prototype, the messages were somewhat jumbled and strangely formatted. I was working on the routines that would sort through the text items and decode what formatting should be applied. It was an absorbing task. I had been brought in to work on the project even though there were others already assigned to the task. I talked with one of the people and we exchanged ideas regarding what would be a solution. I felt good about what I was doing.

Weekend seemed to shoot by. It was Thursday and suddenly it's Sunday. I picked up Hemon's novel Nowhere Man. He is an intriguing writer. The images just cascade one after the other as he unfolds his stories.

Took back some DVDs and picked up some others. Watched a film with Johnny Depp called Blow. He portrayed a drug dealer in a story that is based on true life events. It was a good film--predictable but good. Depp played his role well although his aging seemed a bit hit and miss--and he maintained a lot of long hair despite being thrown in prison several times.