I dunno

I woke up crying on Monday. It was near the end of a very strange dream. Very disconcerting and it took me a little while to stop. I don’t think I have anything going on to cause such a thing in real life. They’re a couple things I’m bummed about. However, there are also things I’m psyched about.

Before the sad events of the dream I was at CVG with Handy and Shep. There was a vending machine similar to the smartkart dealio. Except it sold “Scoot-A-Longs” for business people. There was a small track for testing before you bought and it was possible to ship’s mast the side of this thing. I had a lot of fun doing it and Shep and Handy thought it was really funny.

And then I met Caroline Rhea on my plane. We talked and had a great personal touching moment. And then I discovered that Steven Colbert had packed my camera in his checked bags and I couldn’t take a picture with her. He was a dick about it too. So I started crying and the alarm went off.

What the FUCK, man? This is without any drugs, even. On Monday the kind doctor gave me some. Felt great when I woke up Tuesday. In some ways, that was as strange as the crying.

So I like having new friends. My calendar just exploded. I would still like to date someone now and then. Maybe a nice fanboy at David Mack. I will try not to scare him, whoever he might be.