I said, "Thanks, people say that a lot in these dreams."

I spent the majority of yesterday doing jack, which means I have actualfax grown-up responsibility stuff to do today. DO NOT WANT. Last night saw the roommate and I making mac & cheese at 3:00 a.m. Seriously, if there were periodic exams on adulthood, we would fail so hard.

I had this dream the other night where I was Misha's fabulous Girl Friday (complete with sexy Mad Men wardrobe and fierce shoes). There were many sarcastic exchanges, much mutual pwnage and lots and lots of delicious UST. I would have liked to follow the dream to its logical conclusion. It is not often I get to be my own Mary Sue.

Okay, okay. Dishes, laundry, store. Coffee and foodstuffs. I am a grown-up. I am a grown-up.