For the past few weeks, I've been plagued by dreams about work. Well, last night and the night before, I guess my brain decided to give me a reprieve of sorts. I've still been having dreams about work, but for the last two nights I've dreamed I worked at the International House of Transvestites.
Night before last, I was coreographing their big dance number, and they were all sparkly and happy and they loved me. I actually woke up laughing, it was so funny. Last night, the transvestites and I were doing a cooking show for Telemundo, making Russian recipes for Mexican TV. We all stood around in the kitchen of my grandmother's house, smiling for the cameras and yammering animatedly about borscht in Spanish.
I love the hell out of my brain sometimes.
Night before last, I was coreographing their big dance number, and they were all sparkly and happy and they loved me. I actually woke up laughing, it was so funny. Last night, the transvestites and I were doing a cooking show for Telemundo, making Russian recipes for Mexican TV. We all stood around in the kitchen of my grandmother's house, smiling for the cameras and yammering animatedly about borscht in Spanish.
I love the hell out of my brain sometimes.
Sincerely,
PinkAddiCtion
I have too many writing projects... You must help me decide which to attack. This is the burden you must bear as one of my sages.