I spent at least a good part of it going to a concert, doing narcotics and getting tattooed with a friend of mine. Maybe she was the one who got tattooed. Whatever. Those narcotics wiped my memory of a lot, including the entire concert and I don't even know what sort of narcotics they were but the word narcotic kept coming up. Also? I couldn't find my phone and you know how damn annoying that is.
To make it worse, I can't remember one damn thing about the concert. I don't even know who was playing.
My dreams lately have been crazy. One night recently I dreamed that suddenly and without warning, my eyebrows had bloomed and blossomed and grown together so thickly that I appeared to have hypertrichosis, otherwise known as werewolf syndrome and it looked not unlike this:
The worst, however, was two nights or so ago when I dreamed that my DEAD MOTHER CALLED ME and I was so shocked I just gave the phone to Mr. Moon and fell down on the floor. Turns out that whole death thing was a hoax. She's living in Texas and working at a roadhouse or something.
Oh Lord. No.
She threatened, not long before she died, to leave the assisted living and go get a job as a waitress but I didn't really think she'd do it.
Anyway, I have to wake up for sure and for real because my boys are coming today and you know what that means and I don't recall seeing any peanut butter around here lately which is Owen's favorite food these days so I'm feeling a bit panicky. I need to go locate it. That boy is growing so fast that he has sudden and immediate needs for peanut butter because nothing else will supply the needed calories and fat. Otherwise he might just disappear before my eyes.
Or maybe I'm just dreaming that.
I think I better check my body for tattoos, too. And drink some more coffee to try and counteract these damn narcotics.
What is going on in my brain?
I have no idea.
Oh god. I'm too old for such shenanigans.
Off to shave my forehead.