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Ah, some movies are such guilty pleasures, bless their simple hearts. What would we do without the Mel Gibsons, Bruce Willises and Matthew Brodericks of the world? Three films you can feed me every few years, "Frerris Bueller's Day Off", "What a Woman Want", and "Die Hard". Fun, frolic and fury served just right. Je dis!

The day felt longer than it really was. Perhaps it was the long drive in the sun to the city by the beach and doing paperwork i so hate. The high point was when i was told i have the option of choosing the paint for my new office. I almost got goosebumps! Now that's what i call progress, people! So tomorrow i will be paint-hunting. Supposedly a work order takes a quarter to complete à ma université. So i figure if put in the order tomorrow, maybe it will be ready just in time for next quarter when i make my move. Just maybe.

That reminds me of my weird dream from last night. There was a really young me in my dream, about to be married off to someone i did not know, in the old fashioned way. My toenails were supposed to be painted red, and i kept looking everywhere for that polish. In doing so i met many people, one of them i remembered being my future mother-in-law. She touches my chin and says "My, you look so young! Beside you i would be looking like a grandma!" and she plants a kiss on my cheek. As i was trying to decide if i liked her, i notice we were sitting on the edge of a bed. In the middle sat a little girl. Playing with my red polish! I gasped! The bottle stood almost empty. She even put in some some purple color in, and it was all messed up. I started to cry. I really didn't want to get married. But i really did want to paint my nails red! This is when i wake up. Huh!

LOL.

Anyway, thanks Mr. Gibson. You made my night.