But I had odd and disturbing dreams last night. I was in an elevator with this woman and her six or so kids. It started rocking and falling, but it was kind of fun. Then a SWAT team evacuated us, but one of the lady's little boys was left behind in the elevator. I had to go back and rescue the kid, but it was too dangerous. Switch to the next dream, where me and these three guys are wrestling talking crocodiles. In the mud. I think one of the guys was Wolverine, because he had claws and one of them might have been MacGyver, but I'm not sure. We killed the first one, but I ran and hid in the garage before the second croc died. Weird, huh?
Tonight I went out to dinner at Coco's with
It was certainly a... *different* New Year. But no dancing. :-( Well, okay, I did do a few jigs in various parking lots, but that doesn't count. Tomorrow (actually today), I'm going to a party at April's house. She said something about going out, so maybe I will get to dance.
Is it sacrilige to plan on sleeping through the Rose Parade? It's not like I'll miss anything; after all, they do repeat the danged thing on three different stations all day long. And last year it was boring.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!