All I remember from my dream last night is that I hit on a guy in a restaurant bathroom. He totally rejected me and I tried to save face by saying that I only hit on him because I was drunk (which I was in the dream).
This reminds me of a dream I never want to forget:
I was sitting on the patio at Pizza Perfect (as I used to do weekly with Nathan). This was during the time when gas prices were at their most astronomical. I looked across the street and the gas price was $5.49, but I saw that in military time (ok, as in I saw 17.49, but I automatically subtracted 12 dollars from the price - cuz in that world prices worked like military time).
Tower Records in closing and so I got three CDs for 50% off yesterday and forgot I bought them until a couple minutes ago. I bought some albums I already wanted (Tye Tribbett and Israel) and decided to take a chance on a Nashville choir. They've got an ok sound (alot more in tune than MANY other popular choirs), but the sound is STRAIGHT old school (like mid- 90s). It's cool to do that, but I think a choir should have a versatile sound (and they sound like their director doesn't step out of the mid 90s box). But like any album I criticize, I might just grow to love this album lol.
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