I Am Such A Tard..and other musings

~ And why am I a tard? I just discovered the radio and how to use my playlist function on the Pink Zen Of Doom. I've only had the damn thing for a year and a half! Sometimes I'm so technologically impaired.

~ I think my antibiotics are giving me bizarre dreams. In this dream some mafia type was out to kill me. The reason for this is unknown to me. I was in some casino city. (Maybe I hit big on the slots....after all, I did say this was a dream) I can't be sure if it was Atlantic City or Vegas. I did however have someone guarding me that looked a bit like Gym Hottie. That was nice, except I didn't get nekkid with my body guard. (See I told you this was a weird dream) There was also a driver that looked suspiciously like Danny Elfman. Of course his appearance makes good sense, yesterday was Danny's b-day.

I think I prefer my Nyquil induced dreams thank you very much.

~ I haven't been dragging my butt to bed at a normal hour either. Must start heading for the bed by 10 and not 11. I feel so darn sluggish when I stay up that extra hour during the work week, especially when it's for no good reason.

~ Discovered a few things about Gym Hottie without saying a word to him.

1. He wears boxer briefs. (sometimes exercise gives this stuff away)
2. He can show me his pelvic bone anytime he wants to. (Another thing exercise helps me to determine)

~ The PA Turnpike is special. Why? Because as a child the only time we used that road was when we went on vacation to Erie/Ohio or to Lancaster. Every time I drive past the interchange in New Stanton, I long to get on the road and drive to one of my favorite places. (Hey, you take the turnpike to get to Atlantic City too!)