July 10, 2003
Mine
I had a dream about someone whose blog I read on a daily basis. Let's just say that I was very nervous meeting this person (in my dream) and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself, if you know what I mean. Let's just leave it at this. The trouble with writing your thoughts down on the web and broadcasting it to the unsuspecting public is that one day, these things will come back to haunt you. I'm dreading the day that my parents or other family members find this thing. It's only a matter of time. Not like I care, that is (*cover up cover up*). This is my domain, my writing, my (borrowed) silly little buttons. I don't share family secrets here. I don't dish my cousins or whatever. I don't know them well enough to dish them, and who the hell would care anyway? 
Anyway, the remainder of this dream involved a car chase between me and a girl I used to know. We were speeding down crowded streets in rusted out Toyota pickup trucks. Uh huh. We ended up at "Blogger's" house where an in-home sales party was being held. I want to say it was a Tupperware-like party, but does anyone remember Tupperware parties? (I do only because I think my mother hosted one once.) Anyway, the lady running the sales party was Allison Janney of "West Wing" fame, though she's accomplished much more than that, including the voice of Peach the Starfish in Finding Nemo, which I just love. Did I tell you how much I love the seagulls, too? Damn grinder birds only ever said, "mine." Over and over again. And you know those clever Pixar people got it right on the money. If you listen closely the next time your at the coast, that's exactly what the birds say. Whatever. Sales Lady was showing us a lamp made of concrete that had a lampshade made of clear blue marble. (Just go with it.) I raised my hand to order one, and she said, "Oh, Michael, this will look great in your place. It's only $43! Oh, but the shipping and handling is over $200. I'm sorry." I replied that I wanted it anyway and insisted on buying it, but she wouldn't sell it to me.
Wow, all of that for a ten-minute dream.
I have a sore throat today. Perhaps too much salt air.
I have a lot of work to do today, but for some reason, I just don't feel like doing it. It's due like on Monday, and it won't take me long to finish it, but damn, it's so boring. You know?
