so my nap turned into a four-hour sleepathon and now it’s afternoon. this blows goats. i need to gather all my dirty laundry and haul it the folks’ place. of this is going to require turning off the computer and moving. i am not sure i am ready for such a committment yet.

the nap did turn up a yummilicious dream about one mr. ben affleck. it involved back rubbing and breakfast making. but then the dream mutated into some weird thing where my co-worker had a baby named roman and madonna was mad because i got to hold the baby first. it was perfectly normal that madonna was there with us too. in the dream i also had to get sugar fixed. . . even though sugar has been dead for years. i think it’s car-buying anxiety. bleh.