baby's breath and rubber gloves

Somehow, even though we looked incredible, I managed not to get a picture of Cait, Mere and I at Cait's party. Hence, we have a fairly accurate artist's rendition (meaning I drew it in about 3 minutestime and transposed our heads on the picture).





The party was interesting. A couple of Cait's friends were rubbing me the heinously wrong way, but that's why they're her friends and not mine.

My dreams have gotten stranger and more frequent. Last night I fell asleep watching the simpsons and woke up dripping sweat an hour later after "Abduction Dream 3". Friday night I had a dream about barhopping, 2 Ian Fulletons and slitting the throat of a bad transvestite with a paring knife (in all fairness, s/he was trying to beat me about the face with a hammer).

Prior to that we had former male friend theater, featuring Roger, Scott, Gordon, Ken, My boyfriend from right before college and Dany Wolfe. This is a weeks worth of dreams. I wouldn't have ever gone back to sleep if they were all in one. I think that is my equivalent of the naked test taking dream. They were really mundane dreams about crazy things, but not the norm considering who they are. I mean, Scott was trying to convince a carload of people that he had traded his audi in for the beater Volvo (which he had stolen out of a parking lot at the mall) because it got better gas mileage. It ended up being a hobo's car. It was a very Scott argument, tone and languagewise, there were even accurate hand movements.

If I didn't like sleep so much, I wouldn't do it anymore.

On a lighter note, I had a Sharona encounter. I feel so dirty.