First of all I have to say that it's absolutely splendid that the pictured taco is wearing his wraper in diaper fashion.
Now, down to business.
Jason and I decided to sleep the opposite of bed-wise last night to be closer to the fan air. We still both slept like crap, but when I did sleep I had the weirdest dreams ever. Or different I should say. All my dreams are the weirdest ever.
First off, I can tell the dieting is starting to work because I had a first food lust dream. I was eating a giant meaty taco with tons of super cold sour cream on the top. I couldn't get enough of it. And it was that really nasty, but good cafeteria style ground beef that I adore. Sad but true.
THEN I had what seemed like a five hour dream about being on a tv show with Steve Martin! I had a super small, but regular role and we all had to live in this big apartment complex together while filming. I wanted to be buds with Steve (but he liked my roommate more because she had been there last summer) so I told him I was reading one of his books, but then blanked on the name of it and he said.."wow. I can tell it's really making an impression on you." and rolled his eyes and walked off! Then I had a scene with him where I had one line but every time I said it I spilled something and he said "CUT!...we'll resume when Crescent gets her act together."
(In real life I spilled a cub of bright red fruit puree on our wall and fridge. I'm sure this is why that kept happening in my dream. It looked like a stabbing had taken place in there.)
I never won his friendship. I tried, but no dice. I woke up and thought maybe if I'm there again next summer it will be enough time to be friends with that whole crowd including Steve. So wish me luck.
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