Last night the J-Dog and I practiced a little dancing, then we practiced a little karate (jump kicks), and then we went for a walk. I learned that even though 5 years have passed since I quit smoking, I am unable to walk by a cigarette pack on the ground without stopping to see if it has any cigarettes in it.
I am sad that even though Jeannie and I were practicing our karate moves, I was still unable to entice her to watch the Karate Kid.
Had a dream last night that Sean, Schlueter and I were in rehab. Jeannie was also there, but just because she was visiting. Everybody at rehab liked Sean because he played guitar and sang. Everybody there didn't like Schlueter because she was trying to get everybody to smoke cigarettes, even though we had all quit. And Sean had an affair with our rehab counselor. That was my dream.
I'm gonna buy a chop saw this week for CSC.
4 comments:
yep, that sounds like jen. always a pusher.
Was the counselor hot? I'll bet she was....
...sean...
Oh man. How come when I show up in people's dreams, I'm inevitably being a bitch?
js
Daniel-san, you bunch of humor!
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