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I had THE craziest dream last night. They may have been a couple of dreams...but the way I remember it, it all rolled into one. Let's see,
here it comes: I went to a gas station to fill up my gas tank even though I had over 3/4 of a tank but I reaaaally needed to stop and get gas.
I was in a hurry because my mom signed me up for a writer's workshop (!??!? WHAT?) at Wayne State. It was 8:30 and I went into the gas station and all
the lights were off. They opened and the lights turned on and it suddenly became swamped. I couldn't decide if I wanted some Hostess powder sugar donuts
or not. I picked up a package of the mini ones. Then put them down. Looked at my watch and it said it was 8:51. I said I was screwed because I needed to be
at the workshop at 9. And there was no way that I would get down there in time and on top of that, the parking structures would be full. So I said, "Screw it"
and went to go get the donuts only it took me awhile to decide between mini powder sugar donuts or regular size powder sugar donuts.
---break for Jazzercise---
Whew Jazzercise kicked my ass today! I thought I was going to puke all over the floor...
Anyway. Where was I? Ok. I think I grabbed the mini powder sugar donuts. I don't get this whole donut thing...I can't even think when the last time I had a donut was. AND
when I did have a donut, it was Dunkin' Donuts donut (cause those are the best) not a Hostess donut. Back to the dream. The part that contained two totally random blasts from
the pasts. My car was now in some parking structure and again, it was nutty because everyone was at this gas station. I go to my car (which was suddenly a VAN) and some jackass
is either fucking with it or blocking me in. I can't recall what exactly he was doing...but I was pissed and I realized it was this kid I was in orchestra with in 7th-9th grade.
He always annoyed the piss out of me and I started to be really mean to him in 9th grade. Especially since he thought he was hot shit. I won't say his name because that's mean.
His name does start with a "S" though. So I was like, "Sxxxxxxxxxx is that you?" And then I proceeded to cuss him out. Cause I am awesome and the nicest girl in the world (clearly).
I gave up on my car and walked to the computer sitting across the row (?!? yeah, what?) and checked my e-mail and Brendan had e-mailed me. I haven't heard from him in years and
he e-mails me multiple times in my dream. SO WEIRD. Then I went upstairs to some party. And I can't recall what else happened...more things happened but that's where I'm lost. This happened
relatively late in my sleep: if I have weird insane dreams, I sweat like a mofo. I was in a real deep sleep when Howard Stern woke me up this morning and I was one sweaty bitch.
Maybe these insane dreams are a result of random thoughts I had in the middle of the night that woke me up...ABOUT WORK! UGH! I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS! Thankfully it doesn't happen too
often...only when I'm super stressed. Needless to say, when I woke up thinking about work a couple of times, I was not a happy camper.
Work was crazy. I won't be going to the meeting across the state on Thursday and I won't have to go to NYC for a week in August like we originally thought I was going to. Bums me out because
I would've liked to go to both places...but I just simply can't do it because I have too much going on.
So I had an ultimate tease yesterday: someone contacted me about my washer (I posted my washer and dryer for sale, yo). I call them right away. The guy said his washer broke over the weekend and they
needed a working one asap and they'd pick it up that night. SO I call and he says that they took the clothes out of the dryer and there was a part mixed in with the clothes...he'd call back within the
hour and let me know if he needed my washer or not. So he calls back and he got his stupid washer to work. UGH! I just want someone to buy my damn washer and dryer! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!? They
are in the middle of my living room and I find that very annnnnnnoying! So is it mean of me to wish this guy's washer breaks again?
Ok I need a 7Up, a kick in the head, some dinner, and lot of sleep.
