2004-10-18 - 12:09 p.m.

What’s it all mean?
Again with the weird dreams, I think I may need to go and have my brain checked out. Last night was an eight hour dream of how I was supposed to age the meat around Bush’s head before I cut it off and put it in a crock pot on low. Yeah, I know WTF? I guess an important lesson was learned… do not watch the food network before bed.

Post Mortem of weekend.
This weekend was both busy and slothlike. Friday night was a blur of several (wait, that was a typo, I meant seven) bottles of wine. E came over after work to rehash her bad day and we picked up a bottle of wine on the way. The original plan was to have a couple glasses then head out to a bar. But it was shitty and cold so the best idea seemed to be staying in my apartment. Two more bottles of wine were purchased. Then she received a phone call from a guy she has started to see and he was going to come up to mine. Four more bottles of wine were ordered and delivered. I have a brief recollection of giving her a handful of condoms as she left with him. I woke up in bed the next morning at 9 completely clothed (this is starting to become a habit) with no idea how I got there. Nice.
Saturday morning was spent crawling out from underneath my hangover. I napped like it was my job and rent was due. P took me to dinner at a French restaurant near our apartment, he had gone out to get a haircut and came back with a reservation. He is great that way.
When we sat down the first thing I noticed was the interesting choice of ambient music… I believe it was K-Tel’s Euro Hits of 1988; I haven’t heard Samantha Fox in years. The reason I found it an interesting choice was the median age was 65. They did try to make it feel authentic with the décor and French servers saying “Bon appetite!” but I suspect the chef is a fraud and has never even been to France. P thinks it may be like the Mexican place around the corner that is actually run by a Chinese family. Close but not quite there.
Sunday there was more napping. I am seriously starting to think that P is slipping roofies into my diet coke. He teases me all the time about being narcoleptic… but this started shortly after I started dating him, coincidence? While I still suspect being drugged so P can go out and do illicit things, I think what happened was I was cold and had to get under the covers to get warm but I accidentally fell asleep. Hey! It could happen, stop judging me!
Oh wait! We got our server on Saturday as well. I was able to get rid of another two boxes. Woo hoo. The apartment is starting to look like a real home and not some transient flop house. By this time next year I should have all the boxes gone!

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