I had a really fascinating dream. It took my place in my high-school years. I was young; it was raining and we were stuck in a classroom. When I say we I mean my class. The teacher was Mrs. Lobo. She was attractive. Outside it looked like a post-apocalyptic future. It was dreary, gray, raining and desolate... like Pennsylvania.

Suddenly I heard Morgan Freeman talking. He was narrating my dream. He said something along the lines of "these children are stuck here forever."

Getting up felt like a chore. I really hit the bottle last night. I fixed myself one of those frozen dinner meals for LUNCH. This one had shrimp. The portions are so small they make me feel like am on a commerial flight. And have you noticed how tiny the chicken pieces are? Seriously, they must be chicks because I refuse to believe that is a full grown hen or rooster I'm munching. But like I said the one I ate was shrimp... I sat and watched cartoons, VH1 and something about polygamy in Utah.