I may have slept later than I wanted to, but it was almost worth it for the weird ass dreams I had during my "trying to wake up" phase. I'm not sure what to make of them. There was one part where I guess it was part of my job to roam the streets with a .45 tucked in my pants carrying a hooklight on what must have been a very long extension cord. I think the .45 was for protection, but I never fired it. Then somehow my job was combined with the restaurant Missy and Jetrho work at, and in the time between deliveries I had to get glasses of water for the restaurant patrons. I remember being very proud when someone told me I did a good job getting water. Jesus. I ran into my old friend Aaron at the restaurant, and we must have caught up on things, but I don't remember any of that. I know how boring it is when people talk about their dreams, but I do it anyway. This shit was so bizarre I was kind of enjoying it. Back to reality.

Yesterday I had a pretty good time. I went over to my mom's to try to fix my car, to no avail. Damnit. What I had hoped would be an easy fix will likely reqire a visit to the mechanic. Did I mention I'm a very wealthy individual? No? Yeah, that's because I'm not. This sucks. Well after that I went over to Carl's, since he has the next three weeks off of work. John was already over there, since he is off of work until he finds a new job. We all had a good old time. Went to the Pie and ate a little food with too much cheese even for me, and then we went to the park and played frisbee until it was totally dark. It seems to be common when playing frisbee for it to get dark, but you don't realize how dark it really is until someone throws a frisbee and you can't see it until it's a few feet from your face. That's when it's time to quit. We took a little jaunt to the grocery store so Carl and Anna could get some fruity ass soy ice cream products, and on the ride back I hit Carl for something and he threw an almost empty can of organic strawberry soda at my head. It was pretty funny, really.

When I got home later, I came up with a great idea:

Go into a bar or some other gathering where there's a lot of people congregated, having a good time. Start offering people hugs. Make people hug you. Not to pick up chicks, not to be an asshole, just to make sure that these people get a hug. Don't be discriminate. The hottest chick gets a hug, and the biggest sweatiest motherfucker gets a hug too. Pretty soon it will become cool to hug you, like the whole dynamic of the room will shift and even the cool guys in the bar will have to hug you if they expect to still appear cool in their little clique. You have become an immediate phenomena, the hugging guy in the bar. Everybody gets a hug. Once everybody has been hugged, you walk toward the door, turn around and wave goodbye to everyone and leave. They will all go home feeling better than they have in weeks because they got a hug, for one, and also because they now have something in common with everyone else in the room and will have that connection for the rest of the night at least. Never go back to the bar again. You become an urban legend. The Hugger.