It's time to make another entry, but please don't expect me to be interesting or funny today. I'm too sleepy to know what I'm writing, thanks to dreams that distrubed my sleep most of the night.
I dreamt that Denise paid $6.50 for a can of diet Pepsi while Ashton Kutcher sat across from us showing off the large chocolate stain under the left arm of his colorfully stripped sweater.
I swear both of those were more upsetting than running around my living room trying to close all the draperies without being seen by the neighborly peeping-tom.
It was a relief to wake up and go to work.
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