Some Things are Heavenly

More weird dreams last night. I was being beaten by a Seventeenth century Samurai for my lack of discipline, then I was forced to behead some of my best friends for being thieves. I woke from this particular dream surprisingly refreshed and ready to take on the day. When I looked at the clock and 3:25 stared back at me, I decided against actually getting up. I did finally roll out of bed at 7:00 and haven't felt right since.

My boss had to stay over the weekend to fix the mistakes of her supervisors. I felt bad about this, but hey, that's the price people pay to become salaried. I would totally stay if the overtime was there, but this place can only afford one kegger a week for the students, how can they afford to give me a few hours of overtime?

Wedding plans are progressing. I have gotten three phone calls from the bride concerning the finalization of invitations. She is freaking out. I am oddly calm. I had the entire weekend to myself. How did I spend it? Various sexual encounters from anonymous partners found on Craigslist? An impromptu baby oil wrestling tournament in the front yard with all the local cougars? Hell no, I spent Friday night getting drunk and playing video games at a friends house. Saturday was devoted to maintaining my well kept frontage and getting drunk while watching the Bears decimate Houston. Yesterday, I skipped Church to do laundry and finish the electric for the house. Maybe I have lingering thoughts about what could have been and dreams about different pasts playing out to different futures, but that is all they are, thoughts and dreams. There is nothing like love to keep you grounded in reality.