What does it mean to wake out of a dream and be wearing someone else's shorts?
Gotta love the Barenaked Ladies...What creative lyrics, eh? And so fitting for No Pants Day. *sighs* Anyway, I can't believe it is Friday. Doesn't feel like Friday...Where did this week go? And did I actually do anything productive? Like usual will I get absolutely nothing useful done this weekend, just like last weekend? *gets anxious and nervous* What if I can't perform??? *is now hysterical*
Anywho--I blogged my dream last night on Nailz's dreamland, so you can read it there. Good thing I put it there otherwise, this would've been a REALLY long blog entry. I haven't done much today. I went to a physical therapy appointment at 7am, and am sort of depressed over it because I can't really afford to go anymore, but I still made two appointments (as suggested by the doctor) for next week. I'm thinking I'm going to get out the cowardly way and cancel them on the phone on Monday and just never go back. This action is inspired by the bill I got in the mail yesterday for healthcare in the past month. It was in actuality, only one appointment's worth of billing and ... OUCH! I sure hope I win the lottery this weekend... *is being delusional*
So I downloaded Naruto 81 today, and started downloading the beginning of the series, because I'm going to burn them onto DVD-Rs so I don't take up hard drive space and risk losing them and having to download them again. OMG...I had a dream that Nailz started her computer and it worked just long enough to save all her anime. Cool...ok, what was I saying? Da dee dum....Hn. Lost it.
Nailz and I, just like last weekend, don't have any really big plans. We're going to go to VanHellsing tomorrow, so we can go to the matinee to save us a few bucks (since that's really all we have anyway...). I'm going to do my usual purse trick where I pretty much empty my purse of everything but my ID and money and shove the rest full of refreshments so I don't have to pay the god-awful movie theater prices. Nailz always has a claim to some of the purse space, too. We're not made of money, you know...I feel like I'm talking about secret hammer space when I talk about my purse. Odd.
Hm...I think that will be it for now. The dog is begging to go out and I'm starvin' marvin. Toodles for now. Check back at the end of the day if you're bored, because most likely I'll update this with more blah blah.