So I had some weird dreams last night. One was straight out of the movie Akira. One was out of an old Batman cartoon. And one was me driving my car nowhere.

And I wake up to a Joan Osborne song stuck in my head. I'm not sure the title. Not off the top of my head. But the one line I remember is "His eyes are a blue million miles." Its a good song.

I think, maybe, thinking about it this morning, its not that I don't want to go to Angie's wedding. That's not it. Its the flying to Vegas for two days and flying back just to see her married. That's the part I don't like. I mean she lives in Boston. I don't want to go to Vegas. I don't want to spend the money to go there and back. Its a hack excuse. And I'm going anyways. I wouldn't miss it. Its just a tight monetary time for me.

Oh well. I just woke up. Its amazing how 8 hours of sleep can make you feel a lot better. Time to shower and go to work. I haven't shaved in almost two weeks. I'm not going to today either.