After my catalog / online shopping, I've moved on to cleaning up my room and the house. (While listening to AIR, of course.)
I just cleaned out a bag that I apparently brought with me to the Bahamas for Jessie and Barry's wedding. Well, I found a piece of paper from the ever-luxurious Wyndham Resorts / Sorority House we stayed at. I apparently decided to write down a dream as soon as I woke up. I just reread it and have tears rolling down my face at how random it is. Now, let me just preface with the fact that my dreams by no means have the prophetic quality or universe altering impact of Julia's (nor are they ever about migrant workers... at least not yet). But, here's what I wrote:
"Was at a Methodist Church attending service. Nanny, Popy, Mom, Dad, Chris, Colin and Martin. I was returning phone calls in between sermons. I called Nanny forgetting she was there. She told me to go to service more often and she asked me why I didn't. I hung upand said it was because 'I didn't want to!'. I was wearing a baseball uniform to the service. I asked Martin if it was weird to be at a Methodist and not Catholic service. He said, 'No.' I went to go to the bathroom. Colin came with me and we totally left early knowing we would both get in trouble."
Yeah. Seriously.
I blame it on the massive amounts of Tylenol PM I was ingesting so as not to be woken by Terri and Amber at 4:17am each night after they were done eating pizza in the hallway. Except Tylenol PM is no match for Terri and Amber at 4:17am.
posted by Brian at 7:51 PM
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
I just bought something from Pottery Barn. (And, not just Pottery Barn, but the Pottery Barn
catalog. I talked to the operator and everything.)
This is what happens when it rains all weekend and I'm stuck inside with entirely too much time on my hands.
However, let it be known that I simply ordered a set of canvas organizing totes for my closet which will be in my closet, out of the plain sight of any visitors to my bedroom. (And, let's be honest, there really aren't any visitors to my bedroom.)
But, my first (and let's hope
only) purchase from the Pottery Barn was just a little too much to keep to myself. I felt a confession was necessary. Now please don't shun me.
posted by Brian at 7:33 PM
