Sunday, March 16, 2008

I’m feeling a little…

Ill. Kev is currently in the other room doing our taxes. I hate taxes. Specifically, taxes that involve stock options.

I’ll be pacing for a while. I’ll also be attacking this big bag of pretzels. So much for cutting back on carbs/salt.

Anywho, lets talk about my dream last night. In my dream I called 411 for the phone number to the dry cleaners down the street. 411 attempted to connect my call but it was redirected to my phone. I apparently didn’t realize what had happened and ended up holding a conversation with myself. This happened 3 more times before I woke up. Weird.

Mental note to pick up the comforter from the dry cleaners tomorrow...