The other night, I had a dream about Michael Keaton. I remember nothing about the dream other than him being a total asshole, and my dream-self told someone, sheesh, Batman can be a real dick, huh? In the wee hours of last night, I was dreaming it was the holidays already. My family was speaking…
Good morning, internet. It’s a bright shiny day in Providence, I’m in a fantastically loud courthouse hallway, I desperately need more coffee, and my ass is cold. We spent yesterday, as expected, doing food shopping all morning. It was almost lunchtime when we got back. The food sorted and put away, we went back out…
Sunday. I managed to get a sleep best described as “meh”. When he was choosing our Saturday night movie, I insisted we weren’t watching a horror movie last night, because I didn’t want anything that could even remotely affect my dreams or ability to fall asleep. The cats and my bladder had different plans, unfortunately.…