'i need to invest in a (new) conscience'

i am hard up. this morning i awoke to a dream that i had sex with tom sawyer's father. tom sawyer's father. a fictional character's father, whom i believe didn't actually exist in the book. i was wearing a long calico dress. thankfully, i went back to bed and grinned my way awake later after a perfectly pleasant and more normal sex dream.

i went to this cute restaurant with sara for brunch today and picked up a flyer for "sex scenes by polly frost and ray sawhill." the flyer reads, "for several years polly frost and ray sawhill have been writing these edgy, sexy, wildly witty scenes which explore the nooks and crannies of the sex industry in america…be not afeared. there may be the occasionally naughty word, but no action. it is the acme of what DH lawrence called 'sex in the head.'" i'm intrigued, but unsure. does it sound too weird? there is a one drink minimum, which seems funny. and i'm kind of thinking 'sex in the head' is not exactly the kind of sex i am lacking right now. a large part of my desire to attend is answering the question of what kind of person does this type of performance attracts. well. other than characters such as myself, i mean. ah, we'll see.