It's about 10 degrees colder in my room than it normally is, and I know this for a fact because I have a thermometer on my clock. Um...it's really cold.

So, I had a series of bad dreams last night. They weren't even related, but they were all negative somehow. First, I had a dream about the Challenge. Well, it was based off of the Challenge, but it was nothing like it. I went to Disney World with a few people, and I had a little koala toy that I kept with me (that was alive - like Gismo). It was stolen from me, and there were a series of clues on how to get him back. It was more like I had to complete these missions to get to him. I was doing really well, making really good time when I finally got to this brain-teaser mission. I couldn't understand the directions for it. It made absolutely no sense, and I didn't know where to begin. Then, I realized it had nothing to do with koala, but it was me against a guy, and whoever completed first would win it for the whole team (girls versus guys.) I was desperate to not lose and was DEMANDING that someone help me, but I think the guys won. I woke with a start. I was pissed.

Following that dream, I was in a movie. I was filming a movie. It was sort of a big deal, and Matt Damon and Ben Affleck were in it. Matt Damon was really nice, but Ben hated me for some reason. He went on and on about how fucking lame I was, what a flake I was, what a liar. He was using phrases that didn't make sense. I was confused, not upset or angry. I thought maybe he wasn't talking to me. I was wondering where he was getting all this from, why he was so mad at me, what had I done? I looked really hideous on film, and I had super swollen glands that showed up on camera. I don't know, it was a very uncomfortable dream.

The final dream was too complicated to even explain. It involved me having to marry some guy, and I couldn't tell if I hated or loved him. All I know is that we were trying on dog masks, but these masks looked like REAL dog heads, and it was kind of spooky. We were planning our wedding. He was Spanish, I guess because his family was. His family was meeting my family, and my mom and his mom were rearranging a closet together, speaking Spanish together. I was so surprised because I didn't know my mom could speak Spanish. His family ended up loving me and hugging me, and we were planning the reception to be walking distance from the church. I don't know why this dream felt so negative, but it did. I woke up pissed, and even pissed off more than that because it was 1pm, and I didn't want to sleep that late. I tried to get up earlier, but I think it's impossible.

Oh, I also dreamed I got two more fish. I don't know what's up with my fish. They hate me.

So, Sunday and Monday nights are a bit depressing. I seem to ALWAYS work Sunday and Monday nights, and you make no money. It gets to be pretty discouraging. It's okay if you're working with people who don't care and want to hang out and talk, but last night, everyone was so pissed about the situation that there was nothing to do to feel better. I didn't even make horrible money. I made the same if I'd been temping for the day, but somehow, it brings you down. How empty it is in there, all the things you'd rather be doing than sitting around, begging for someone to bring drinks to.


I'll write more later. I don't feel like I have anything interesting to say right now.