My sleep patterns are officially busted. I think my body is doing everything it can to help me not write my paper that I have due soon. I went to bed at 3 last night, didn’t sleep, went to bed again at 9, slept a bit, dreamed about roman soldiers. Specifically, I was the Master Chief of roman soldiers, the general’s favorite, and one of the only ones to survive the ambush by gallic cavalry. Eventually, Arnold Schwarzenegger showed up as his trademark gun-slinging cyborg, and kidnapped my beloved General.
Now I am making Garden Vegetable and Whole Wheat Penne Pasta soup. I have no idea if this is breakfast, lunch, or supper (a case could be made for all three), but I have faith in soup. Soup is good. Soup makes me feel like a human being.
I’m jealous, I’ve never dreamt of Ahhnold before. :(
He doesn’t visit your dreams. It’s because you are such an “economic girly-man”.
don’t know about girlie, men, but my dad has been called an economic “chicken little” by the governer… well, sort of… i’ll dig up the link at some point.
governer of maine that is… not cali…
we’ve got this little bald man named, interestingly enough, baldachi (which i might have misspelled… and i might have misspelled misspelled… irony irony)
Please do.
Also what’s this about you bloggering now? (Thought I didn’t notice, didn’t ya?)
here it is referenced by local political commentator Al Daimon.
http://www.portlandphoenix.com/features/politics/documents/04872313.asp
as to my bloggering, so aptly put, not much up yet. just mainly starting.
Soup usually makes me feel like an echidna. Funny how these things work out.