Speak Hindi or Else

Oh my, I didn't notice how closed my eyes were when I took this picture earlier. This is the picture of a person smiling through a migraine. Not a pretty picture at all.

I went to bed at 10:00 last night and the last time I looked at the clock it was almost 2:00. When I finally stopped pushing my snooze alarm I got up at 7:00, took this picture, brushed my teeth and kept running into walls as I tried to take Freckles out for a walk. I decided to go back to bed and slept until about 10:30. That was a good idea.

I'm on some new medication and since I started taking it I have been having the worse nightmares. My teeth have fallen out, I've been lost in the woods in the middle of the night, I've been raped by my childhood friend's brother (who is now a minister), and last night I was being hunted inside a bank that was owned by India and they were killing everyone who couldn't speak Hindi. So last night I think I just laid there afraid to fall asleep. I have a call into my doctor. I should have a call into a psychologist to figure out what the "F" is going on here!!!!

It sure would be nice if you could program your dreams ... I'm lost in the woods in the middle of the night with Keifer Sutherland or my teeth have fallen out and my dentist is Keifer Sutherland. Oh well, perhaps tonight.

While I was laying there for some reason I was trying to think of 10 songs I absolutely can't stand. So far I have:

1. Dreamweaver (for some reason I keep wanting to sing Mouth Breather instead of Dream Weaver)

2. Sylvia's Mother

3. Horse With No Name (probably because my friend thought it said "I've been to the desert on a horse with Joe Nanamath")

4. The Christmas Shoes

5. Little Willie Won't Go (or something like that)

I'll have to work on the next five later.

Sweet dreams tonight, I hope.