You say goodbye, I say hello
Feeling better because I got some stuff done: picked up groceries, colored hair so people will think I am still a whippersnapper (heh), and filed taxes (nice refund! Huzzah!).
I feel like I should be making phone calls to loved ones, but instead I am going to make my famous curry! YAY!
I had a sex dream, which is highly unusual for me. The weirdest part was that I was sleeping with someone from David Cook's band (guitarist/keyboardist Andy). Weird because, although he is pretty hot, he doesn't really do it for me. Plus, in the dream he was drunk, which is why he slept with me in the first place. My dreams are so dysfunctional, JFC. At least I got to meet David and Neal, but they made themselves scarce posthaste (the boy code - thou shalt leave friends alone when they are getting their mack on).
Okay, time to be domestic...