I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I had another son. I was in the hospital holding him, wondering what I was going to name him. I just knew I wanted his middle name to be Tiberius. I hope I don't have more kids. But he was really cute.
And I had a dream last night that I went to a tanning salon and got burned. I've been to a tanning salon in real life. Twice as a teenager. I got burned the first time, but the second time I was already prepared with a base tan. And then I realized I'm not that person. I did a lot of things that I wouldn't have personally chosen to do as a teenager if it weren't for the people around me. People are important to people.
I'm dying to get a cat. My friend's cat had kittens and it's killing me. I'm thinking about moving into a pet friendly place. Or buying a home. There's one on Craigslist for 2.5 mil with the dual, curving staircases in the entry. I'm afraid I'd lose dozens of cats in there and never find them again. They'll become a feral clan and survive off of taco bell fire sauce packets that the previous owner was hoarding in the attic.
What's up with mansions? They're creepy.
And please, if you haven't tried it yet: MACHACA BURRITO (preferably from Monica's)
