Time: Sometime after noon but before the Apocalypse
Dixie Cup Excitement: Watered down Diet Dr. Pepper - mmm... artificially sweetened goodness!
Hearing: Your average techno dance beat
Why?: Umm... I must be drunk. No... hmm... I have no idea. That's what Winamp gave me.
Dancing Like: An epileptic leper
Holding: A pen that boldly proclaims, "Liberal Arts Graduate - Congratulations!" Now I can start my lucrative career in executive assistance. Wooo!
Wondering: Where the hell did the term "w00t" come from? Anyone who knows or think they know or just feel like being obnoxious feel free to speak up.
Ingredients Of Last Night's Dream/Nightmare: Helping a multimillionaire hit rapper find a fur coat for his son, sudden blowing out of windows by a helicopter, looting, non-sequitir sex/infidelity with newcomer to dreamland, followed promptly by the discovery that the even-numbered diamonds from my ring had been stolen and were discovered to have been eaten by an "urban nomad"
Why?: My dreams follow absolutely no logical framework. I can't be expected to answer that.
Now Hearing: Fountains Of Wayne tell me that it's A Fine Day For A Parade. "She drinks it down, down, down..."
Running Away To: Rummage through your dresser drawers.