The only thing more boring than no post

Okay you people keep harassing me about posting, so this is what you get:

I've been pretty busy and a bit stressed lately which is not a big deal at all because it is all good stuff, just requires a lot of brainpower. So when I'm asleep my mind is obviously making up for lost wandering time. I've had several bizarre dreams and I'm sure you're just dying to hear about them.

Last night I dreamt Tim and I were having a party at our apartment, which was actually my old apartment in Walnut Creek, but it was located down the street from my parent's house in El Sobrante, in this little corner market. Things were going pretty well except I was really worried about the number of people there. I kept saying "I had 25 people over for the Passion Party and that was too many!"

Luckily, the whole thing started falling apart so people began to leave. Jamie's boyfriend lost a key of some sort (for some reason I think it was a mail box key) so that led to some confusion as we all looked for it, but the bigger problem arose when we realized that one of the guests was missing as well. The missing person was an older Asian gentleman (from an episode of This Old House I watched before bed), and I was quite sure he was dead in a ditch, so when Shelley showed up unexpectedly from PA, I was regrettably too busy worrying about him to chat with her. Thanks for stopping by though Shel.

To make matters worse all of these other people who I did not know started showing up, but they said they knew a girl named Beverly Aikens who went to the same pre-school as my sister so they seemed to feel entitled to drink my booze. And they certainly couldn't be bothered to help us look for the poor old Asian dude. Of course what could I expect, Tim wasn't even helping me out. He was too busy rough housing with his brother, and taking out his earrings, two things which, when combined, apparently led to bloodshed. I was fairly upset, as you can imagine.

And then I woke up.