This morning, they had something new at the salad bar at work. Make your own parfait. Leave it to me to get totally excited about it. But I normally bring the same thing from home when I pack my lunch, so it is exciting. Fat free vanilla yogurt, sliced strawberries, and granola with almonds. Deeee-lish! So, I didn't have my usual Monday morning egg, and turkey bacon on an english muffin. I think I may survive. I'll just have my bread at lunch. If I go without bread all day, you might find me lying on the floor going thru withdrawl.
Last night, I had the weirdest fucking dream. My Dad was there (who has been dead since 2001) . We were in my Mom's trailer from back in the day. Someone was killing people. And I remember being in the hot tub. Chillin. Like nothin was going on. I remember being really hungry in my dream, and my dad put on these "pizzas". But they cooked on the side of the hot tub. And they were not really like pizzas they were big as innertubes. And they were undulating. That's the only word I can think of to describe it. They never did cook either they just sat on the side of the hot tub. I remember thinking in my dream how weird it was. Then I was at my current apartment, and my uncle Dennis was there (Dad's brother) hanging out. We havn't seen him since my Dad died. His daughter came (my cousin) out of the blue to visit. All the while, there was murders happening at my Mom's house, and no one seemed to be bothered.
I really hope this doesn't mean something horrible is going to happen to my family. I prefer to think that I have been craving pizza for a month now. And I was ready to kill people for my damned pizza!
Honestly though, I can contribute that dream to the fact that I watched "Vacancy" and "Fracture" yesterday. Both pretty good flicks.
I got new furniture! Well, not new, but new to me. Bubba brought me her furniture and I moved my couch and chair (both horribly ripped up and old) downstairs, and took my crappy downstairs couch out into the garage. Now, I have a couch and a big cushy chair upstairs with an ottoman. I have my own place to chill in my own apartment. Since, the brother claims my couch as his personal laying ground. It's flowery. I'm not much into flowers for furniture, but it's in better shape, and it'll do me until I can afford NEW.
Talked to CP this wknd. But I'll blog that tomorrow. Let's just say that I do miss him. And I wish that I didn't. Our friendship. People.