Tuesday, 28 February 2006
Last night for some reason I had a tonne of kinetic energy when bedtime rolled around. I was practically bouncing off the walls. I had the feeling like there was something super-productive I needed to be doing, but of course there wasn’t; I was done with everything for the day.
Carrie & I both had trouble falling asleep. We watched the entire final disc of Freaks and Geeks. To paraphrase a girl in the last episode, I kinda wish I hadn’t seen all of the episodes just so that I would be able to see some episodes for the first time.
When I eventually fell asleep that night I had really stressful dreams. They weren’t bad so much (except the part where the PT Cruiser full of gangsters exploded… twice), they were just very labor intensive. I had to give a complicated speech/presentation. I was going to do something on physics, but I didn’t have enough time to prepare, so instead I decided it would be a good idea to do a 30-Minute Meals type of thing where I prepare a picnic. Except for a half-hour before the presentation I didn’t have anything except for sliced ham and sliced cheese.
Also, there were some gangsters (40s-style). One of them walked with green-and-white plastic crutches, except one of the crutches was actually a disguised machine gun. I’d seen this movie before, so I knew that at the end of it like eight guys are piled into a PT Cruiser like the Ant Hill Mob from The Perils of Penelope Pitstop:
The Cruiser then explodes. So I knew enough not to get into the Cruiser when I saw eight guys piled into it. I stood behind a lamp post about three feet away when the explosion happened and I was fine.
This morning Gwyn sent me a link to this really cool necklace: