At the top of my blog site, there is an advertisement that is custom made according to the info on my blog...this morning it was advertising information about sleep disorders...what are they trying to say about me???

the only dream i remember from last night is working in this podunk Irish pub. I was cocktailing, but was bartending as well. Every booth had its own bar...it was a weird set-up. The owner, who was a grumpy old man like the ASSHOLE i used to work for (Tommy C, btw) ordered a cocoa martini. I was like, ok...i can DO this! i grabbed vodka, white and dark creme de menthe, and baileys...for some reason, i made an awesome cocoa martini, and shook it up, looking for a martini glass, when the pint i was shaking it in shattered. fuck. now what, i looked for another glass to make another drink in and there were none. there were no glasses at any table. i finally found one, then the liquors were gone. i finally found them and made it again and set it down in front of him. i had a little extra, which is taboo, and i slickly dumped it on the ground so if he asked if i had any left, i'd be like, "well no i don't, would you look at that?" he spit the martini out and said it was too sweet. fucker. he only wanted me to use one cassis and the vodka...i told him that that drink wouldn't be a cocoa martini. he just looked at me. it reminded me a lot of my old 'boss'...fucker.

oooh, i remember another one. i was hanging out with heine and she found a guy (she was single btw in the dream) and the guy and her were getting pretty close, and our groups ended up splitting up for awhile. then i ended up in this hotel/weird room where we were crashing and heine wanted to come in with the dude. well, her mom and dad wouldn't let them in because they could smell them from across the room. hah.

and then i was in gym class again. but i was watching it from a balcony with these people i used to go to school with. there was a group of kids playing basketball, some were getting ready to swim, and some were tumbling. it was a weird dream. the tumblers had one tiny girl, one reg girl, and a big one. the big one was pulling herself up by the arms and passing herself to the other ones. the little chick was struggling to hold the big one up and barely made it. it was weird.

then i was at out summer cabin at the lake. i remember my crabby grandmother was there, as were some friends and family members...i think that's where heine's smelly dream began.