2002-05-21 - 5:55 p.m.
I had the most nonsensical dream last night. About 'West Wing,' which, I suppose, isn't surprising. Josh and Sam were dating, were going to move in together, Josh started having commitment issues, Donna called him a moron. None of this is *that* strange, since I've been planning to write a fic like that. I mean, it would be better than that description...but, anyway, not that weird.
Now, here comes the 'what the fuck?' part.
Josh and Sam, in the midst of their relationship problems, were recruited by the FBI to help bust a drug ring. For some reason, they both had to wear shorts and tank tops. Josh slicked back his hair, Sam spiked his up. In order to show the drug dealers that they were 'okay,' Josh had to keep exposing his nipples for some reason.
That is all I remember. I think I'm seriously messed up.
As for the crappiness level of my health - woke up feeling okay, went out and started feeling crappy, came home and felt really crappy. Took a cold pill and rested a while. Now feel mildly crappy.
Just watched my tape of 'The View' by the way. John was cute. He did say something like 'what a thrill' after he kissed Lisa Ling, but it was barely noticable. And thus, not as horrifying as the 'hot' comment. And the 'Jersey Girls' thing was adorable. Sad thing, though, is that I squealed and said "I'm a Jersey girl!" to the TV.
Well, I am.
Coming later - rants about 'Ally McBeal' 'Boston Public' and 'The X-Files.' Possibly while under the influence of medicine. And that's always fun.
