So I followed my dreams: And one dream was winning the lottery so I played it and I won 20 whole dollars

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And the other dream involved BOB MANKOFF of the New Yorker cartoonist squad, which I have been contributing toward lo these past five years,;. I had taken a break. I told him. BOB! If you don't think I'm a fit for the New Yorker. I will stop, cause I've been doing ten or so cartoons a week and only a handful, only TWO have been bought, So you tell me, mano el mano should I continue. and in this DREAM in this ALTERNATE REALITY he was very kind to me.

So I went to the offices of 4 Conde Nast and HE WAS nice to me,, cause I mentioned the Times Mention and my new cartoons and I was DECKED OUT in the TOTEM of my BRAVE NEW SUIT (https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=ea11ed8ad6&view=att&th=12497c36cf331265&attid=0.1&disp=inline&zw) And all was good and he took them all and then I went to Jules' bar, where Garry, the best bartender in thr world told me I was a'okay and I had a few, and a sandwich, and then up to the Viceroy to met with Molly Crabapple who told me about Brazil and I got to have have lots of martinis even thou she was an hour late but she told me our DC pitch was past post-approval and now only up to late stage development hell! and then I went to my local bar, hours before my hubby should get home and a nice man, well two men said oh so, no! cut that seam! here, let me, and redo that pocket square, I used to do it, really, and I went home looking like a darling. I gave a begging veteran 40 bucks. Then I came home then I got a call, hubby's call was cut short by a Chinese lecturer who needed to fill up the auditorium or all his classes had to be let go. Go I got to meet him at the same bar, having ditched the amazing outfit for a black t-shirt and jeans. We did and then we met at the bar and drank, a lot, and the jukebox didn't work right, and now I'm here.