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February 5, 2008
Super Tuesday
Hey, it's Super Tuesday. Regardless of where you live you won't be able to get away from Primary Results today. Twenty-four states* are holding their primaries.
Twenty-four people!
And, to all my international friends, I'd like to point out I can name the state capitals in all of them. And I can name the county seats for all of Ohio's counties. That's 112 capitals/seats I've got floating around in my head taking up room that could better be used for something else. I'm sorry I don't know what the capital of Holland is; I suspect it is Amsterdam, but I'm not certain. (I am the tiniest bit embarrassed that I don't know the capital of Australia (I'm thinking Sydney or Perth; and if it isn't Perth I'd like some extra credit for knowing a town with that name even exists). Or Canada, though I'm going with Montreal and, in any case, demand bonus points for knowing Canada is north of the US — well, east in one case. And that it's not a state; if it were, I'd know the capital.
But this post is not about my glaring inadequacies when it comes to things international (when I want to know more about a country not my own, I'll let it slip that there are vast oil reserves there and read up on it in Google News as we invade to liberate the locals).
No, this post is about last night's dream.
And it was a sex dream. And, as a sex dream it played by all my sex-dream rules: I didn't know the person and before it got too far along it turned into something else.
I won't go into all the details. They're entertaining, but a bit inappropriate even as things go here.
I did come away from the dream thinking I could use a bit of a shaving; just a touch-up really.
I believe I had this dream as I've been talking about dreams so much. And an odd thing about this one was that, while there were some rather nice things going on the whole thing had a pretty sterile feel to it. Like it was, I don't know, a demonstration for review or something. Not romantic, not sexy, not dirty, not even "just something to do because we're bored."
Well, no animals were injured during the dream, and that's something.
So, I'm dreaming more, again, and the fact that I realize I'm dreaming more seems to be affecting my dreams.
And still, no matter what I do I can't get Patricia Heaton to appear in a dream and she'd be perfect dream material. She's really cute but typically plays characters that are a little bit bitchy; in the morning, when you woke up, you wouldn't be so sad she was gone.
[Dammit: Amsterdam, Canberra, and Ottawa. In all fairness, I knew Ottawa on some level. Not that it matters, by god, as soon we invade it'll be Montreal.)
*Twenty-two state, American Samoa and Democrats abroad
Posted by delmer at February 5, 2008 7:46 AM
Comments
There's nothing wrong with being bitchy in the morning dammit! ;o)
Posted by: Lady P at February 6, 2008 3:32 AM