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Thursday, April 08, 2004

Sweet dreams are made of this:

Last night I went out to dinner with a good friend and ate so much that I felt like I was pregnant with a food baby. It was excellent food, though, so it was totally worth it even though I don't think I will be hungry again until at least January of 2005.

In other news, I have been having some of the weirdest, most fucked-up dreams lately, and fuck if I can figure out why. For example, the other night I had a dream where my friend was doing my hair, and she was blowdrying my hair straight, but got distracted partway through and left me with half-curly, half-straight hair. So, since she was busy but we had plans to go out after she got done working, I left and went to this old house, which I apparently owned but rented out to my cousin. I haven't seen that particular cousin in like 3 years, but I have had a dream involving that house and renting it out to her before. Anyway, her husband got in my face because it was January 15th and he wanted to know if I had stayed home even though my company didn't give us the day off for MLK day, and I said no, and he started yelling at me about it, and I threatened to evict them. Then I was suddenly hiking on a mountain looking for shards of Native American pottery with a bunch of dudes in khaki shorts. And my hair was 100% curly again.

Lesson learned: my subconscious is fucking weird.

This weekend, I am playing hostess for a friend who is coming to town. I am sure that my cat and I will provide a delightful and comfortable experience for my friend. We will be wandering around town seeing the sights. (The guest and I, not the cat.) However, I have to spend the bulk of Saturday working. I think I may just have to hand over the keys to my car and pray to the little baby Jesus that the asshats aren't out on the freeways. Since little baby Jesus is getting all the good mojo this weekend from all the people celebrating an ancient pagan fertility goddess his resurrection, I bet he'll direct some anti-asshat vibes my way.


babbled by Kat @ 11:24:00 AM | |