good news is, it's friday... wait, no fringe. fuck.
Dreamt that Anna Torv was at a local mall signing autographs at a comic book shop and my ex-best friend found out, so we headed out there. For whatever reason it was winter and we were wearing huge ass blue coats and we went tearing through the mall to find the shop and when we got there, she was inside at a table and they were Fringe comics, and she was happily signing and chatting with folks 'cause there weren't too many people in line.
When I turned around my friend wasn't there and I was all frustrated because I didn't want to make the line without her, and when I finally got tired of waiting, I got in line and Anna left. Then she was replaced by Christopher Lloyd, who just looked drunk and unimpressed with everyone and then my friend arrived and we got out autographs and got a photo with him and I woke up so upset about it all. These are my dreams; shouldn't they be amazing? Ugh.
Then this morning, in the real world, the receptionist came over and asked me if I made her a cake for her birthday. Last night I considered it, but it was already too late, but yeesh -- I didn't think she'd be all forceful about it today like I had some obligation to make her a cake.
When I turned around my friend wasn't there and I was all frustrated because I didn't want to make the line without her, and when I finally got tired of waiting, I got in line and Anna left. Then she was replaced by Christopher Lloyd, who just looked drunk and unimpressed with everyone and then my friend arrived and we got out autographs and got a photo with him and I woke up so upset about it all. These are my dreams; shouldn't they be amazing? Ugh.
Then this morning, in the real world, the receptionist came over and asked me if I made her a cake for her birthday. Last night I considered it, but it was already too late, but yeesh -- I didn't think she'd be all forceful about it today like I had some obligation to make her a cake.