I forgot to mention the dream I had last night. Which entertains no one but me. In fact, please return to your scheduled television programming, because this blog is nothing short of a narcissistic and long-winded trip down dream land and memory lane, both of which are important to no one but me.So last night I had this dream that Michael kept on kissing me. And we sort of made out a little. And he wouldn't leave me alone. This is atypical. So in the dream I say to him, "I don't get it, what's going on?" and he says, "I don't know. You're just so beautiful today". Totally retarded, right? Yeah. You had to be there. For the last 31.9 years.
In totally unrelated news: I think I need a vacation. The last vacation I had was in June and it was freaking awesome. Lasqueti for a week. Bliss. Terrific weather. Great tan. Dozing in the sun while drinking beer. Kayaking. Snoring cats. Helping my dad with the chimney. Watering things. Sigh.
All my vacations these days involve running. Okanagan: marathon. Victoria: marathon. Lasqueti: let's not go there. Boston: um, major marathon. I want to go away, preferably by myself. And just read a book and listen to some music and be well behaved and like, think my thoughts. Maybe I'll take some days off around my birthday and just fack off to Tofino or something.
Or. Or. Maybe I'll just whinge about it on my blog and do SFA about it cause that's fundamentally who I am.
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Now I feel bad.
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Actually, after I'd written that I remembered that I enjoyed reading your dreams because you write well but most folks don't write well and when they then write about their dreams, well, it's purgatory to get through, so I skip.
I lie. I don't even read ill-written blogs.
The last sentence of your post sums me up this year.
Whinge whinge whinge and doing STA about it.
I just didn't write well then.
I have a lot of really detailed dreams. Most of them are nightmares, but a lot of them are so real that they will affect me for hours after I'm awake. I know that's kind of weird. A lot of people don't even remember their dreams and when I try to explain mine they look at me as though I'm "touched".
Anyways. Whinging is fun. I just took a look at the rates for the Wickaninnish Inn at Tofino and, um, whinging is way, way cheaper than doing. Unless I sell some of my sexually explicit material to Penthouse. LOL.
Come visit us on your way to Tofino. We can go out for drinks and leave the kids to babysit my husband. :D
Woo-hoo! If the (financial) market gets a bit better I will consider it, would be a super great time. I'm going a bit batty here. That never happens. ;)
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