Application: Describe a dream that you've had. How did the dream make you feel?
Alex hates infomercials.
Its almost ironic, considering how many of them she has willingly sat up and watched during the middle of the night, but at 3 a.m., there aren't many other options. With the exception of a crappy late night movie or a bad porno, there's absolutely nothing else on. That leaves her the Swivel Sweeper, or the Pasta Pronto, or maybe the Ab Slide.
If all else fails, there's always ProActive.
As weird as it sounds, and as much she hates it, Alex has come to accept the minor details of her nightly routine. She'll come home, shower, put on the most comfortable thing she can find, and crawl into bed after midnight and before two. It never takes long for her to fall asleep, but once or twice a week, she'll wake herself up with a dream.
Although the content of her dreams often makes her believe that a better title for them would be "nightmares", she can't bring herself to call them that. Nightmares are for bratty six year olds. What Alex dreams of when she goes to sleep is just part of who she is. Even her worst recurring dream, the one in which she's staring up at the ceiling, watching a woman burst into flames is just a part of the job to her. Some nights it makes her sick to her stomach, but that's only when she lets herself think about it. Usually, Alex just gets herself a glass of water, curls up under her quilt, and watches Jessica Simpson talk about her acne related miracle.
After all, there's not much else that she can do.
Besides, its fun trying to take note of the differences in the before and after shots. Picking up on how much makeup they use the second time around is amusing, even if the product is shit.
Its not like she's going to waster her money on it.
Its almost ironic, considering how many of them she has willingly sat up and watched during the middle of the night, but at 3 a.m., there aren't many other options. With the exception of a crappy late night movie or a bad porno, there's absolutely nothing else on. That leaves her the Swivel Sweeper, or the Pasta Pronto, or maybe the Ab Slide.
If all else fails, there's always ProActive.
As weird as it sounds, and as much she hates it, Alex has come to accept the minor details of her nightly routine. She'll come home, shower, put on the most comfortable thing she can find, and crawl into bed after midnight and before two. It never takes long for her to fall asleep, but once or twice a week, she'll wake herself up with a dream.
Although the content of her dreams often makes her believe that a better title for them would be "nightmares", she can't bring herself to call them that. Nightmares are for bratty six year olds. What Alex dreams of when she goes to sleep is just part of who she is. Even her worst recurring dream, the one in which she's staring up at the ceiling, watching a woman burst into flames is just a part of the job to her. Some nights it makes her sick to her stomach, but that's only when she lets herself think about it. Usually, Alex just gets herself a glass of water, curls up under her quilt, and watches Jessica Simpson talk about her acne related miracle.
After all, there's not much else that she can do.
Besides, its fun trying to take note of the differences in the before and after shots. Picking up on how much makeup they use the second time around is amusing, even if the product is shit.
Its not like she's going to waster her money on it.