aamusedinatx | The Mind is a Powerful Thing to Waste.

You have to wonder about yourself when you wake up from a dream where your mother has Julie Andrews for a roommate and you waltzed with Harry Reasoner at a party.

And no sex.

I hate dreams like that. Not that I want to have sex with Harry Reasoner, or see my mother have sex with Julie Andrews--but you know what I mean.

7 days from now I'm on a plane and winging my way eastward to my whisk-away. I can hardly wait. Getting through this week in anything that resembles a productive fashion will be next to impossible. As the day draws near my excitement builds to nearly uncontainable levels.

For a moment I considered ditching the entire trip and grabbing my passport to leave the country instead. See, I got an email this morning. I'm only a few numbers away from 25 million dollars. All I have to do is give my bank account information to this very nice man from Nigeria...
< /sarcasm >

Odd. I get Nigerian spam mail at work all the time, but I think this is the first time I've ever received it on my personal email account. Lucky ol' me.

I get a bit of this morning/afternoon to myself. A few hours to luxuriate in house work and domestic goddess drudgery type stuff :P

But for now, reading, writing, coffee, sleeping dogs, snoozing kitties and the sounds of water rushing through pipes as Lace gets ready for her day.