It was nice hanging at the local last night. I'm really tired now and remember why I don't go out on week nights. I was so tired this morning that when I picked up a candy cane from the office dish, it took me 5 minutes to realize that it was hideously bad and spit it out. It tasted like a hybrid between peppermint, papaya and dish detergent.
I just remembered a dream I had last night. The subconscious issue part of it was that I was in a play and I had only read the script up to a certain point and once I got to that point I bombed. The amusing subconscious garbage was that I was in high school again, but it was a Christian school. I was in a play about Jessus. He would do stuff for people and the they would turn around and spout biblical truths and what not. So, the part where I realize I didn't read the script; I am healed of blindness and turn around and stammer "...uh... thanks. That was really cool."
I just remembered a dream I had last night. The subconscious issue part of it was that I was in a play and I had only read the script up to a certain point and once I got to that point I bombed. The amusing subconscious garbage was that I was in high school again, but it was a Christian school. I was in a play about Jessus. He would do stuff for people and the they would turn around and spout biblical truths and what not. So, the part where I realize I didn't read the script; I am healed of blindness and turn around and stammer "...uh... thanks. That was really cool."
I've definitely had those kind of peppermint sticks before too. Nasty stuff man.