Mundane, eh? Last night, my dream was that myself and my manager were visiting friends of his who happened to all be in their 80's. We sat around their tiny apartment and drank water and talked. They used frozen sponges as ice cubes.

I specifically remember waking up in the middle of the night and taking some time to think of a new scenario so I wouldn't go back to dreaming about sitting on a couch drinking sponge-water talking about NOTHING!

Thank God. My children need wine!

1. Working for a company that sends me to places
2. $85 food per diem
z. Free HBO

Hydratitude - Ability to completely eradicate all symptoms of a hangover once awake and no longer drunk.

What B-list, recession-level super powers would you choose given you had the choice? No flying or invisibility, but frugal and practical super powers like...

The Nap Ability -  At the snap of my fingers I can be asleep for any length of time between 10 and 30 minutes regardless of how sunny or bird-chirpy it is outside.

Is this like WebTV?

My ex-girlfriend and I were in a magnificently-appointed and enormous mansion - almost reminded me of a castle out of an "Amnesia" game, though slightly less dark and scary. The reason we were there was somewhat of a mystery but she wanted to play some kind of game - the details are fuzzy on what exactly the rules were. Either way, I didn't mind because we were hanging out and I was enjoying myself.

We walked through the mansion and eventually down a large flight of stairs into a wide-open, finished basement area filled with white pillars. Looking around, I noticed several friendly dogs running around and generally playing about. My ex began chasing one while I watched.. Eventually, I saw her run behind a pillar in the distance and disappear.

After running around looking for her for some time, I noticed that the stairs that brought me to the basement were gone; I was trapped. Wandering around, I noticed other people who were no help and just kept asking me strange questions like "where is my plastic?"

I was stuck in the room for days (in dream years). My ex would appear randomly, 7-foot tall and dressed like a medieval queen. She would walk around with a malevolent smile for a while not saying anything and then disappear. I never was sure if it was really her as I couldn't believe she was capable of trapping me here.
As far as I can remember, I stayed in this room until I woke up - trapped in my own mind!

Great stuff, here - I hope we see more of it.

I spend evenings finding activities that take away all the anxieties I have about things I need to do at my job - That'll keep ya busy.
I also add "fucking" in front of innocuous search terms in Google and read angry forum entries like "fucking property tax" or "fucking Homoerotic A-Team Fanfiction".

I call this the Richard Grieco

















I probably used too much gin in the picture. I also ended up adding more juice.