I beat up Bob Costas...
ok, not in real life. But I dreamed I did last night. Seriously. Never fall asleep watching ESPN - it'll fuck with your head. I dreamed I was playing volleyball with my best friend's daughter and Bob Costas. She missed a play and he started berating her...made my girl upset...so I kicked his ass. It was weird and bizarre and in the light of day...freakin' hysterical. I don't even want to know what it says about my level of pent up aggression that I dreamed I beat up Bob Costas. *snort*
I'm going with the theory that it's just something my brain made up out of the thing I had been watching as I fell asleep about Bud Greenspan. Bob was in it. And so was my favorite volleyball player of all time...Flo Hyman. Yeah...that's it...it was just a bit of fluff and nonsense to distract me from the pounding headache I've had the last 3 days. :)
I'm thinking it's time to re-consider poking my brain with a q-tip so often. *snort*
I'm going with the theory that it's just something my brain made up out of the thing I had been watching as I fell asleep about Bud Greenspan. Bob was in it. And so was my favorite volleyball player of all time...Flo Hyman. Yeah...that's it...it was just a bit of fluff and nonsense to distract me from the pounding headache I've had the last 3 days. :)
I'm thinking it's time to re-consider poking my brain with a q-tip so often. *snort*