Saturday, August 09, 2008

I had a dream...

...but not the Martin Luther King Jr. kind. I stayed in bed pretty much all day. Whenever I sleep during the daytime, I have bizarre dreams. Some good, some bad.

First the bad. Not because I'm a pessimist, but because I like to end on a high note. I dreamed that John came back after picking the kids up--maybe an hour after they drove away. He came back to drop them off, saying that having them this weekend "just didn't work for him." I kept thinking: Now I won't get to have dirty porn sex with Ken tonight. Bummer.

The good dream was cool. I won some big award for this blog and I was going to go to some Emmy-type award ceremony and get some bling-bling icon to go on the site. I kept saying to myself: A year ago, I had only visited one blog and I couldn't have really told you what blogging was all about. Wow! I must be pretty great.

Off to my meeting now.


  1. From one lazy Julie to another:

    I just wanted to let you know that I read your blog regularly and started one myself about life with MS, among other things. It's called Messy Stuff: A Life with MS and other random ramblings.

    The link is

    if you'd like to check it out and it to your list of blogs.

    Weeble Girl

  2. I always have weird daytime dreams too. They also often involve "porn sex" that never actually happens.