  Woke up with my face stuck to a bedrooled pillow at 4am, haven't been back to sleep. I just don't understand my body. 18 hours of sleep, 16 hours of sleep, and just when i start to think that i might have mono, no sleep at all. But, during my comatose state, I had the best dream ever. I'll level with you, it was a strange, peculiar dream, and makes no sense, but i think about it and i can't stop giggling like pigtailed schoolgirl. I dreamt I was in the bathroom, looking at my reflection.
I had to sneeze, so i grabbed my nose. When I opened my eyes, my right ear had poufed up like a strange little ear balloon. As I stared at it, the poufyness subsided. I began to wonder how it happened, and thought maybe if i blew air through my nose while gripping my nose tightly, i could inflate the ear again. And, success! I poufed my ear up really, really large, and watched it slowly deflate, wondering why my left ear didn't pouf up as well.
I can't tell who how many times I did it. It was frigging fun, anyways. But then, disaster struck. My ear refused to deflate. I squeezed the ear, no go, and it seemed to me if i kept pressing, I'd have an exploded ear spread over the side of my face. I could hear Kurt stirring in the bedroom, and I thought "Damn, he's going to kill me!
" Covering my ear, i went to the Room of Pillows, and found a tack. I rushed back into the bathroom, locked the door, and poked a couple of holes in my ear. It deflated. I wiped away the bit of blood, and i thought to myself, "Well, hell. There's holes in there now, I wonder if it'll inflate again? I really shouldn't try.
" I tried it again, of course, and the ear poufed up real nice, and deflated on its own. I woke up then, completely happy, and content with the world. The moral of this tale? Inflated ears make a person happy. urlLink http://www3.telus.net/~dreamgrl/pages/dream.html# Check out August. Raaaooowwwrrr!!
This, my loyal readers, is a girl who is not only hot, but unbelieveably cool. Watch for her boobs in the upcoming Heidi Fleiss movie. And, she's lactose intolerant, so don't feed her cheesecake. (I wanted to tell the entire story, "August", but Pol said you'd cry. And if that happened, I fear you may kick my ass. ) Found a driver for our cross country excursion.
I can't believe how hard it was trying to find someone who was free, and who actually drove a standard on a regular basis. The road to the airport is notorious for killing people, so putting someone inexpericed behind the wheel of that tricky, damn fruity civic wasn't something i was comfortable with. Doctor visit tomorrow. I feel like i see that woman entirely too often. 
