I finished my oral report at 4am last night. You'd be surprised how many ppl are in a kinkos at6 4:30 in the morning; it was somewhat surreal. Gave my presentation and somehow managed to present for half an hour instead of the ten minutes. Thunderous applause, cudos to me! Never felt so good to have something out of the way except perhaps bloodworks. So that's settled, i'm a prince amongst men again! Huzzah!
Got home today and crashed hard, however, I had the most amazing dream. Well maybe amazing is the wrong word, but it was certainly fantastic. I dreamt i was eating in a subway in a suburb (something I'd never do...eat at the subway, not the suburb) when some guy sitting adjacent to me asked me, "So are you going over there?", to which i replied, "Over where?". He gestures to follow him so I do and he leads me out the front door and points to what I've always thought was furniture wearhouse across the street (and almost certainly is only a furniture store in reality). Then he tells me that that's an all-night cougar bar and asks me if i want to go over with him. As i tell him I'm gonnna think about it he pulls a white jumpsuit and a zorro mask out of his bag and puts them on. Then, clearly seeing my amusement and bemusement, pulls out one for me and hands it over. Now, for some reason i don't go over imediately with him and instead end up in an actual furniture manufacturers, which was part of the same strip mall and direstly adjacent to the Subway.
While ther i play some foosball on a freshly made table with the owner and the guy who invited me in, who i had mistaken for a familiar. After getting a job there and courting the owner's daughter I remember about the cougar bar and decide to investigate. I didn't even change into my jumpsuit, oddly enough, but did put on the zorro mask before entering. So I get in and am immediately struck by the fact that, though there are many nasty cougars lounging around like decrepit old sexual predators, there's also a section that's rather chic and stylish up these stairs and to the right. So that's where i head. I get upstairs when i see the gent who gave me the jumpsuit and mask and low and behold, he's sitting with, amogst a bunch of women, my arch nemesis form high-school. We reconcile, one fo the girls screams,"he looks like a young Elvis!", while pinching my cheek like a grandmother. Long story short, and i'm really sparing you the details because it's at this point that the dream becomes largely bizarre and nonsensical, I get drunk, dance with some cute girls, my own age thankfully, and am rudely awoken by the realization that my wallet, my incredibly large wallet, which always rests in my front-left pocket, isn't there. Or, another way of putting it is that I was woken form one of my favorite dreams of all time by my own subconscious clueing into the fact that something trivial was amiss. Sadly, despite my best efforts to go back to sleep, I couldn't re-enter my dream. Suffice to say I will be investigating that "furniture store". 
Got home today and crashed hard, however, I had the most amazing dream. Well maybe amazing is the wrong word, but it was certainly fantastic. I dreamt i was eating in a subway in a suburb (something I'd never do...eat at the subway, not the suburb) when some guy sitting adjacent to me asked me, "So are you going over there?", to which i replied, "Over where?". He gestures to follow him so I do and he leads me out the front door and points to what I've always thought was furniture wearhouse across the street (and almost certainly is only a furniture store in reality). Then he tells me that that's an all-night cougar bar and asks me if i want to go over with him. As i tell him I'm gonnna think about it he pulls a white jumpsuit and a zorro mask out of his bag and puts them on. Then, clearly seeing my amusement and bemusement, pulls out one for me and hands it over. Now, for some reason i don't go over imediately with him and instead end up in an actual furniture manufacturers, which was part of the same strip mall and direstly adjacent to the Subway.
While ther i play some foosball on a freshly made table with the owner and the guy who invited me in, who i had mistaken for a familiar. After getting a job there and courting the owner's daughter I remember about the cougar bar and decide to investigate. I didn't even change into my jumpsuit, oddly enough, but did put on the zorro mask before entering. So I get in and am immediately struck by the fact that, though there are many nasty cougars lounging around like decrepit old sexual predators, there's also a section that's rather chic and stylish up these stairs and to the right. So that's where i head. I get upstairs when i see the gent who gave me the jumpsuit and mask and low and behold, he's sitting with, amogst a bunch of women, my arch nemesis form high-school. We reconcile, one fo the girls screams,"he looks like a young Elvis!", while pinching my cheek like a grandmother. Long story short, and i'm really sparing you the details because it's at this point that the dream becomes largely bizarre and nonsensical, I get drunk, dance with some cute girls, my own age thankfully, and am rudely awoken by the realization that my wallet, my incredibly large wallet, which always rests in my front-left pocket, isn't there. Or, another way of putting it is that I was woken form one of my favorite dreams of all time by my own subconscious clueing into the fact that something trivial was amiss. Sadly, despite my best efforts to go back to sleep, I couldn't re-enter my dream. Suffice to say I will be investigating that "furniture store".
It's a collage that I took a pic of and further photoshopped.
But thank you.
A brief history and linkage for that remix.
And I just recently learned the term "cougar"-- I'm not too far from the age range they have designated for those women.
Of course girls are learning to suck cock younger and younger these days, so the whole "more experienced" aspect we had on the 18 year old nubile bitches is flying out the window.
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[Edited on Dec 06, 2005 12:20AM]