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What an awful night!
I remember two of my dreams. In the first one, I was walking up the stairs and someone grabbed my ass, but when I turned around, no one was there. This started a full-scale search of the house (not a house I know from real life), where every time we turned a corner, my mother and I would scream bloody murder, but we never did find the phantom buttgrabber.

In dream #2, I was at a national bridge tournament, and Jer was head caddy. He was working his ass off and I didn't know what I was doing (this should've tipped me off that it was a dream...of course I know what I'm doing...). Anyway, I was standing out in a hallway waiting for the game to start. Bridge tournaments are usually in hotels, and this one was...anyway, there were these kids throwing a football right by my head. Finally, I turned and grabbed one of the boys (probably about 10 or 12 years old) and yelled at him. His friend started to kick the shit out of me and Jeremy. I was like, keep going, kid, a hotel this nice surely has surveillance. Yeah. So I head to the front desk, where there's a long line and no one listens as I say I need security. So I go off looking for security, but it's a HUGE hotel and I only get myself lost. Then the kicking kid shows up with a gun and actually starts shooting me. I have a piece of paper in my hand and try to shield myself with it. Smart. Anyway, he gets me a bunch of times in the legs and stomach. I decide to play dead so he'll stop pumping me full of bullets. It works. When he leaves, I get up and run to the front desk to call 911. A cop comes, only to get shot dead by the kid, and the front desk won't listen to me about that, so I'm wounded, running for my life, trying to find someone to help me. Jer sees me and starts yelling that I'm not working the game! No time to explain, I run off...my stomach is really killing me at this point, and my back (probably from the bed - they really do hurt in real life today). Anyway, I make it to a house across the street, hole myself up and dial 911. This time, four cops and a fire truck come. They whisk me away, but without trying to find the kid who keeps shooting people, and the don't take me to a hospital. Instead, they take me on a real estate tour. I was frustrated with them, but glad to be out of range of the psycho kid. And here's where I woke up.

Did I mention I didn't sleep very well last night?

Well, happy commercialize your affections day, everybody. I thought you'd enjoy my little story to get your day started.

Peace.

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Things are a little intense in the office today. Lots going on. Deadlines looming. I feel like now is not the time to be asking questions about low-priority issues like my own job...so...I'm laying low. I thought I'd tell a story. It's a true one.

Yesterday, I got up to go to the bathroom, and I heard the now familiar rumble of a train going by. This bummed me out, because I love watching the trains pass - the tracks are right outside my office window - but, being in the loo, I was going to miss it. Sigh. When I took my seat at my desk again, I noticed a lone boxcar outside. I asked Emily if she knew how it had gotten there. I had definitely heard a train pass, and the boxcar definitely hadn't been there when I got up. We studied it to see if there was a driver or even a place to drive from, and we determined that no, there wasn't. I was so confused, and kind of ticked at Emily for not paying better attention...but we pretty much decided that it was a runaway car. Still, how does that happen? Anyway...I was getting steamed that I'd missed it. Wouldn't it be cool to see a train go by, followed by a detached car? Lucky for me, I didn't miss the whole show. A few minutes later, we hear a train slowly creeping down the track, westbound on the eastbound track. An engineer hops out and runs to the rogue boxcar to prepare to reattach it. The parent train slowly bumps into the runaway, making an unbelievably horrid sound, the engineer hooks them up, and the now whole train chugs eastbound once more. It was cool to watch.

That's my story. Now I'm hungry, but feel like if I take lunch now, I'll have too much of the rest of the day left over when I'm done. Not to mention my dinner plans aren't until 8.

Peace.