Too much sleep? Not enough?

Went to bed so early last night! Asleep by 9 pm, if not way before. Awake now for about a half-hour and it's still not even 6 am. How crazy is that?! Nearly fell out of this little bed in the night. Rolled over into air but luckily caught myself and was able to cling to the side. These old beds are so high; I could've really hurt myself if I fell out. I love this place! What a great atmosphere! I feel like writing every second.

Had an odd sort of dream. A high school dream, except we were all grown up. The cafeteria was bigger and not actually a cafeteria anymore, but the floor of a stock market with a big index high on the wall clicking with changing stock prices.

I needed a job and Stacy advised me as we drove around in Mable with Bradley H. She apparently already had a good job or didn't need one like I did. I had to ask Tommy Mc., Kevin D., or Vance V. for work because they were like the head honchos of these huge corporations. It's starting to get pretty fuzzy in my head now.

I went to see Kevin D. first and he gave me a bunch of sweatshirts and other novelty type items like ball caps embroidered with his business crest. He brought this big garbage bag into the cafeteria/stock market and dumped it onto the floor, gave me whatever I wanted, but couldn’t give me a job.

So then I had to see Tommy Mc. He was in the dairy biz, like cows. I really impressed him when I told him that some sort of milk bacteria had been banned and his stock would drop as a result. When we looked at the big stock ticker on the wall, sure enough his stock was plummeting. But he couldn't hire me either as a result of the ban and shareholders bailing.

So, that just left Vance V. I couldn't even get an appointment with him. He was avoiding me like the plague. I literally had to chase him down the hallways of the school/office building. I caught him in the hallway just outside the physics/chemistry lab, pinned him against the wall. While Tommy and Kevin had altered their appearances to look like men of business, you know the suit, great shoes, nice haircut, etc. Vance was himself in faded jeans, T-shirt, denim jacket, worn out running shoes, etc.

I pinned his scrawny butt against the wall and he put up his hands to push me away started protesting saying how he was involved with someone and couldn't have nothing to do with me, blah, blah, blah. I butt in and told him to get a hold of himself. I wasn't trying to get with him; I just wanted a friggin' job. He hemmed and hawed, tried to get away from me. I told him I was really smart that I could help his business a lot. Finally, he relented, gave me a job, but told me he could only afford to pay me $3,750/ month. I said that was fine I would make do . . .

And woke up giggling with ecstasy as I ran those figures over in my head. $3,750/ month!! I wish!

Mood: Dreamy
Drinking: Last night's leftover flat Sprite
Hair: Bed-Head