i haven't worn socks for two days becaus they are all in my hamper.

tonight! i do laundry and see my sweet little invisible ink. she is going to cook dinner and i am going to bake cookies for work (ohmygod! they are making me do stuff like that!! OH EM GEE!!!!) and play with her new dog, lord stubbington hunchesmuch the second.

i hear he's real cute and can ride your leg for miles.

speaking of, i was up until like 330 last night, all wound up with hormones ablazing. finally, right when i relaxed enough to actually fall asleep, stuart starts ripping through the apt and knocks over the really ugly but very thoughtful candle holder that my sister brought back for me from mexico.

naturally, i had to get out of bed with phone in hand to call nine one one in case someone was trying to break into my apt via the candle holder. i didn't find anything, but stuart did take that opportunity to try to climb up the backs of my legs, and then claw my butt, and then run up onto my bed and hide under the covers.

i didn't know whether to scream laugh or throw things.

in other news, i had the weirdest dream in the few hours before i had to get up for work. i dreamt i was in a trailer park, and that i was bringing air conditioner fluid (??) to sean william scott or whatever that guy's name is, you know, stifler, but he was in ratty overalls and had kinda fucked up hair like in jay and silent bob strike back, and motor cycle boots and he was really gross looking and all sweaty because his air conditioner in his trailer wasn't working. so i bring him the fluid and then he tries to "give me the fluid" if you're pickin' up what i'm puttin' down and i ran like whoah because he's hot as stifler but not so much as a prince valiant hair'd overalled trailer park dweller.

no offense if you have prince valiant hair or wear ripped up overalls or live in a trailer park.

then, i went into this room that was a lot like one of the hebrew school classrooms i grew up in and we were sitting at one of the little kid tables and then this newpaper article was there and it was about how the government was "Cracking down on jews" and it was written in hebrew and to prove it was a dream i understood it all perfectly.

and then, this guy ken that i grew up with with real dark black hair and kind of a fucked up face was there, and he was wearing a columbine trench coat, but he always did anyway and it was years and years before that happened, and before the matrix too, but then anyway we started having a break dance war.

and it was like a mix between krush groove because sheila e was there and breakin' two because that guy with the rat tail was there, but neither of them were battling, just me and ken, though sheila was rocking the skins.

i remember i had really awesome wrist bands on, like sweatbands, as if i was that wad from dashboard confessional, but it looked better on me.