This is strange. Very strange. 2003-02-27 - 9:19 a.m.
Holy crapweasels. I had a very strange dream last night. Yes, I am going to share. Aren't you excited? I thought so.
I dreamt that my entire family overran my grandmother's house to prepare for Sarah's Big Fat Redneck Wedding. We're talking relatives all over the place. Ick. I kept having to kick my cousins out of the bathroom because I wanted to take a shower. And because I had left my dress in the bathroom anyway.
Once I finally did get dressed and headed over to the "church", which, funnily enough, looked a great deal like the back stockroom at Sears, I looked down and realized that my dress was black and blue instead of white, and that what I thought was a white sweater that I was wearing over the dress, was really a black graduation gown. Weird. So I ran around frantically through the stockroom, which was suddenly filled with leftovers from Princess Di's closet. I found a frilly blue and white Easter dress and changed into that. Then I realized that I was forgetting the veil, and ran all the way across the stockroom, to the other end, where I found a white handkerchief and stuck it to my head. On the way, I told the little old stockroom guy, who was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor, that he had to come to my wedding. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:45 and I was 45 minutes late to my own wedding. I heard a string quartet playing something very depressing and non-weddingy. Then I woke up.
Throughout this strange dream, I never actually saw who I was marrying. Weird.
So, the morals of this entry are: 1) I really don't want to go to work today and 2) Get married in Vegas.
Yes, I think that's about it. Off to get ready for work. Happy Thursday. :)
Oh. Go here. Don't tell me you never wanted to ride on that train and see the place where people suddenly became puppets and the nice old guy who you could have sworn was a clone of the grandfather you'd always wanted wore that comfy looking sweater. I did.
You'll always be our neighbor, Mr. Rogers.