-It is a source of anxiety for me that this month's post count is < the # of days in this month so far.
-This translates into higher [] of boring B.S.
-I had a dream last night that I was trying to get to Baker to go snowboarding but things kept hindering me. I couldn't find the way. I stopped at a gas station and the hose came off the pump and poured out all over an RV and some guy. I dealt with that and then suddenly found myself in the Mt. Baker winery (???) drinking out of a bottle of champaign and then trying to convince the saleslady that I had brought it in with me, still trying to get directions from other patrons.
You know, I long ago came to terms with the fact that I'm not very bright and have little to no imagination- but I hate to have it thrown in my face like this. Even my dreams are literal/transparent/predictable. (Gas and a lack of direction are indeed, standing in my way of multiple trips to Baker (for those of you with an even greater handicap than my own!) So I just drink and become belligerent to keep busy.)
-I really need a new Sonicare. I want the new one with two speeds and two brush heads even though I know, without a doubt, that I will only ever use one of each.
-I'm having to work all day today (besides now) and I resent the hell out of it. I feel so blue collar when I actually earn my money.
-Better not blow my wad on this post. Still four more to go.
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