COLLECT LIKE A SUPERHERO!

I've had a lot of odd images in my dreams the last few nights. For instance: Verde and I and Karfilov and Mao are sitting around, the location isn't clear, it's night, and Verde isn't wearing pants. She tries to hide this at first (She and Karfilov and Mao are not well acquainted in real life) but gets increasingly explicit as we come under the influence of some airborne mellow or other. We might have all been smoking pot. Which is curious, because I don't smoke pot. What if she and Rojo were having sex last night, toking up, and I psychically tapped into the scene somehow? That'd be strange, and an amazing power to have. Too bad I have absolutely no way to validate this without sounding like a creep and/or perv, although she'd laugh if I told her this story. In the dream, she was really stoned.

A guy working construction just down the street asked me yesterday if I have any drug connections, it was tough for him to ask but he took a chance I guess, I told him I'd see what I could do for him, and I haven't done anything yet.

A few nights ago I was dreaming about some kind of family reunion. It was awkward, there was a rainstorm outside and something else significant about it which I can't immediately recall. Later, I was playing pool with my uncle in a basement, but the pool table was floating on a contained bed of water...if that makes any sense...the basement leaked, because of the storm, and it wasn't flooded, or even very wet, but the pool table was definitely floating. It was listing, too, one end sinking, so I shot the cue ball downward in that direction and pocketed a couple of balls, solids mostly, which of course popped out in the ball return on my end of the table (meaning that they traveled upwards somehow).

Not sure where I'm short-circuiting this week, but it's better than nothing, and it could be worse.

I've been tired, of course. Worked Cinco de Mayo and made A LOT of margaritas, measured every ounce of tequila I poured, except for one which I--gasp--freepoured out of desperation. The time I had off last weekend wasn't enough, and now I'm working straight through this weekend too, and most of next week. One night off, a Tuesday, for a-

-Hm. Heh. We'll see about that.

Mad finally did give me my hat back! The first night it sat on the record player while I was at work, so I wasn't wearing it during the game, but it worked its magic all the same and the Phillies won in the tenth inning. Wednesday night was a shutout and last night they won by five, clenching the series 3-1, after I got my hat back. Maybe that nasty streak they had in San Francisco is over...I didn't even know the City had a team until it shut the Phillies out...

The 7-Eleven near campus is running this ad, by the way, "Collect Like a Superhero." I want to know what Superheroes collect. Does Iron Man have all of the novelty cups that Sev has offered over the years? Where does he display them? When I confirm my powers of psychic voyeurism, I will begin to collect these cups as well.


I hate ad campaigns.