*SHIT*.. Seriously... I may be loosing my mind...
Things have been busy lately, deadlines looming, papers pending, whatever. Nothing I haven't dealt with many times before. Added to that is the fact that I need to find a job, before I become a destitute debtor.. you know blah,blah,blah. Towards that end, today my boss was supposed to be offering me a job (which they still haven't done yet) so I was a bit more nervous than usual last night, but still cool.


So last night I conscientiously went to bed early. Did a little boring reading, turned off the light, and started to doze off. I started having a dozing dream. The type where the dream is vivid, but you're aware that you're awake. In the dream, I remember that for some reason I was driving down a road in a Jeep Cherokee. This is odd since I've never owned or driven a Jeep, but there you have it, I specifically remember that detail. Seemed perfectly normal in the dream, does that mean I want a Jeep? Who the fuck knows. Anyways, everything's going fine I'm toodling along on some country road without a care in the world. Living the happy go-lucky life of the dream motorist. Then I look in the rear view mirror and see a guy hanging on my bumper. Specifically its Prince what's his name from England (the tall blond one) riding a skateboard holding onto the back of my car. He gives me a goofy British grin and waves, and I. Just. Go. Ape-shit. I start careening all over the road and yelling. Finally I wake up choking and in a panic. Literally choking.


What the Hell? I don't even want to know what that means! I'm not a royalty nut. I saw a PBS program about him a couple of months ago, but I sure as shit don't think about the dude. I'm juggling a lot of pies here! Life decisions! Where did this come from? And why did the sight of this royal wanker just completely wig me out?? Its like I dreamed a spider was crawling out of my mouth or something... ugh... I think maybe that it was just the complete randomness that shook me. My sub-conscious is a mean @#@%@$#, but this was totally weird.

I got like 4 hours of sleep last night. All the nervous energy immediately started me on the path of introspection..

P.S.. Uhmmm... should I mention here that I love Women? LOOOOVVVEEE THEM....

... and I didn't kill Diane or anything either...

I think I'll stop thinking about this now....

Also I don't dislike the british.... or white people....

..now..