December 21, 2001 (11:47am)

I woke up from some dreams that were really pissing me off in the dream. haha  First, (and this is not the part that was pissing me off) I had received a package from Paul McCartney with a bunch of Mardi Gras-looking umbrellas in it.  Apparently, in the dream, Paul and my dad knew each other or something.  One of the umbrellas had something written on it in French. It said “Mais, est-il?”.  Who knows?  Then, (thus commenceth the pissed off dream) Manon invited Chantal to move in with us and everyone kept barging in on me when I was trying to go to the bathroom.  Then, Manon takes the air freshener and starts spraying it all over and keeps getting it in my eyes.  I told her and she did it again and I got pissed off and grabbed the can and threw it across the room. Then, Gregory Hines (huh?) tries to barge in while I’m in there.  By this time, I’m livid.  Then, it sorta skipped to Manon saying that she was going to be putting Chantal to work (in our company, I presume, although I don’t know what sort of company it was).  In the dream, I’d not been asked, it was simply being told to me that this was what was going to happen.  I can’t remember the part after that, where something was going on and I was being pressured to do something I didn’t want to do but can’t remember what it was.  Who knows….I have the weirdest dreams.

We have Manon’s office Christmas party to go to tonight.  Yippee.  I dunno.  Maybe it’ll actually be fun.  I still feel like I didn’t get enough sleep so maybe I’ll go back to bed and sleep for a little while before I have to go downtown and pick up my mail and meet Manon and her mom.  At least now I know I don’t have to go and buy a new pair of pants since the ones I have actually still fit me.  I do have to sew the button on, though, which is no big deal.

I gotta go call Sprint to get them to take off the long-distance ringing for my fax number. The fax won’t automatically pick up by itself now and it’s a big pain.

Later.