Monday morning.

I was woken up by a spam text message this morning at 5:04am.

And then had the weirdest dream *ever*. It went something like this:

We were at Marist and there was some sort of natural disaster, that left Marist looking like the back of the Oklahoma City bombing building. Myself and a few other random people survived, and we started living in the train hangers by the river. I was upset because I didn't bring my coat when we evacuated. And then we wanted to play beirut, but we decided to save the Solo cups. And then we found a grocery store amidst all the rubble, and found Billy, Parker and Stevo. Lu was really excited to find those salmon-roll things in the grocery store, and I was really excited to find bridge mix. So we had to pay with a check because we didn't have any cash (why we had a check though, I don't know). And then we got back, and they had cleared out all the rubble and dead bodies (gross?) and we were exploring, and all of a sudden we were in the old Roosevelt School auditorium, and someone was asking me about the lighting system.

Then I was relaxing in my "room", and Sam (my BOSS! ...embarrassing.) and I were having a conversation that went something along these lines:
S: Remember how we were talking about things that we liked before?
A: Yea?
S: Well, I like you.
::insert kiss here::

...this is so weird. But then Sam stands up, and I realize that he's like, 3 feet shorter than he is in real life, and I think of how he's more Tom's height. But then we found Billy, and that became an immediate conflict of interest. And then I woke up.

Ok, so I never remember dreams, and then I have some epic, strange, disjointed saga going on in my head.

There's 15 shopping days till Christmas. I've bought one present. Terrible? Yes. I'm trying to think of something crafty to make that doesn't involve spending money and that I can make a few of, but haven't succeeded thus far.

It's Monday, hailing, and 31 degrees outside. Wonderful.

My boss's mom died, and obvi. whenever someone passes away, you tell them that you're sorry for their loss, but I don't want to bring up anything or make her start crying. So I don't know what to say, and that's a weird thing...