Dream interpretation has, I guess, fallen out of favor in the field of psychoanalysis, but if it were still a standard practice, I would be able to contribute the following to the collective knowledge: when you’re dreaming that you’re walking downtown somewhere on a Sunday afternoon looking for a store that’s open so that you can use the bathroom, it means that it’s time to get your lazy ass out of bed because you need to pee.
I made this breakthrough this morning at a point roughly two hours after I would normally get up.
After I did get up, I realized that there really wasn’t that much of a point in doing so, but, even though Funk Week isn’t quite over, I don’t want to fall into the trap of sleeping my day away, as that’s a sure sign of giving in to depression, which I have no interest in doing.
Eventually, after eating lunch, I took a shower and went for a walk.
Shortly after I got home Kathleen called to inform me that she would be stopping by to drop of my Wonderfalls DVD set, which she and Brian borrowed quite some time ago.
I’m glad, as ever since they borrowed it I find myself thinking, “I should watch an episode or two of Wonderfalls…oh, right.”
And that’s pretty much all that’s happened today.
Thanks to Scipio posting a link, Heroic Portraits has been getting quite a few hits, though no one has been impressed enough by what’s there to actually place an order for one.
As I was telling Kathleen, it’s a shame that I don’t have a) more talent and b) more drive (and for that matter, money), as I’ve had a lot of ideas for developing Heroic Portraits into an actual business.
But alas, I don’t have those things, and so it is what it is.
In any case, there’s really nothing much to write about today, so I’ll bring this entry to a close.
(Oh, and in response to the influx of traffic coming in due to TLC running a Real Estate Pros marathon, I don’t know if Ginger and Richard are dating, nor do I have any nude/bikini pictures of Ginger. )
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