Category Archives: Dream a little Dream

So, probably as a result of watching too many comic-book based movies recently (Sky High, X-Men III, V is for Vendetta – hey, it’s been a while since I got to see many movies, and yes, this is a paranthetical … Continue reading →

I hate waking up annoyed because of something that happened in a dream. But, it isn’t the first time (ask Matt some time about the “Tracey Dream.” On second thought, don’t.) and it probably won’t be the last.

You can just skip this if dreams bore you.

I love NyQuil, man. Because NyQuil has never changed, man. It’s never changed. All the other medicines are doing that inner-child thing. “we know that there’s a small child inside of you, so now we have grape and cherry and … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s Matt’s fault. (Well, you know, aside from the general clause 47 that says that everything is Matt’s fault.) This weekend, he made me a CD with a bunch of MP3s on it. I had asked him for the … Continue reading →