Ugh
So my eyelid will NOT STOP TWITCHING today. And it's my bad eye, and since I am Michael Scott, I went on WebMD and looked up my symptoms and now I think my brain is broken.
In even more ridiculous news, I had a dream last night that Robert Downey Jr and I were OMG SO IN LOVE and he was working on a movie in the city that was TDK-esque (clearly, my subconscious wants me to see it again), but he was back on heroin and strung out for 90% of this dream. I was trying to hide it from the producers, but they figured it out and kicked him off the set.
So I loaded him into his convertible all passed out ala Less Than Zero and decided I'd take him home to Indiana with me. It started to rain and the top was down and I couldn't put it up by myself (? was the Sebring like this? is that where I got this from?), so I was holding an umbrella in one hand and driving with the other. Very safe and smart. I came to a fork in the road that came up too fast for me to tell which way to go, so I went right and pulled onto the shoulder and walked back to look at the sign. Well, the other branch went uphill really quickly, so I remember feeling really scared, like I was going to fall and hurt myself. So, rather than climb up to read the sign, I took off my glasses and held them in the air and somehow I could see through them even though they weren't on my face. Sure enough, the sign said it was 52 (even though 52 is a state highway in Indiana and not an interstate...), I got back in the car, turned around and got onto 52.
I am nuts.
EDIT: Because the kids these days are really into existentialism:
In even more ridiculous news, I had a dream last night that Robert Downey Jr and I were OMG SO IN LOVE and he was working on a movie in the city that was TDK-esque (clearly, my subconscious wants me to see it again), but he was back on heroin and strung out for 90% of this dream. I was trying to hide it from the producers, but they figured it out and kicked him off the set.
So I loaded him into his convertible all passed out ala Less Than Zero and decided I'd take him home to Indiana with me. It started to rain and the top was down and I couldn't put it up by myself (? was the Sebring like this? is that where I got this from?), so I was holding an umbrella in one hand and driving with the other. Very safe and smart. I came to a fork in the road that came up too fast for me to tell which way to go, so I went right and pulled onto the shoulder and walked back to look at the sign. Well, the other branch went uphill really quickly, so I remember feeling really scared, like I was going to fall and hurt myself. So, rather than climb up to read the sign, I took off my glasses and held them in the air and somehow I could see through them even though they weren't on my face. Sure enough, the sign said it was 52 (even though 52 is a state highway in Indiana and not an interstate...), I got back in the car, turned around and got onto 52.
I am nuts.
EDIT: Because the kids these days are really into existentialism:
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