I was just dreaming about drinking heavily, there were a number of real life entities there, and I think it was my friend Wills birthday party. I was doing shots of myers rum and I don't remember drinking much beer, but here's the weird part; I woke up with a hangover, and beer shits. Problem with this metaphysicdal crossover is that I didn't really drink last night, so there's no real physical explanation for it and it has got me a bit creeped out. Not that this kind of stuff USUALLY creeps me out, but hey, I've got to write about it since it happened and it's monday. I know that might not make sense to anyone reading this, but I'm hoping that's the case with most of what I've posted on here, as it's not an academic endeavor, nor really much of any kind of endeavor. In fact, the only endeavor it should involve is how many wipes is it taking to get to the pink, and out of the stink.
I just made myself go yuck. Great. Well, happy monday to all of you. (which is actually none of you since no one reads my blog as far as I can tell, and if anyone does, everyone is speechless, which I could understand I guess, being that there's not much here to respond to.) I think it's more that it's more about me throwing up words first thing on my saturday morning, (WHAT? you say. It's Monday! You say?) NO - it's my saturday, see I have monday and tuesdays off, making my calendar all kindsa screwy. Well, not as screwy as could be, but you get the pictue. And I think I've come to the dry heave portion of todays post. TTYL!