Memories, Dreams, Sandwiches

Do you think I live in memories? And very ordinary memories of ordinary life at that? There's no shutting me up, that we know. Do you think I'm compensating for the dullness of my existence by investing every trivial event with mythic qualities and repeating them endlessly to anyone kind enough to pretend to be listening? Well, I have to say that for me the most interesting things about people, even fictional characters, are the descriptions of the ordinary. Stories of fantastic adventures lose me quickly. Really. I mean it. For me a walk to the corner store for bread as the light changes, or sitting in a room waiting for someone or something is engrossing. I wish more of my friends would write their memoirs because the library biography section is filled only with famous people doing "interesting" things.