Lowlights from last week include a dream with Sam and Dean, and skinnydipping in someone's private grotto (!!!). I don't know if I was "me" in that dream, but I was soon after—I was wandering around with my son and eventually trying to cram a contact lens the size of a dinner plate in my eye.
Gah! I wore hard lenses most of my life, but soft lenses for only 3-4 months in college and then again before LASIK surgery. But I've been plagued ever since with periodic dreams of the giant, rubbery contact lens that will not fit. Do people who've only ever had soft lenses have that dream, or is it just that the lenses seem gigantic compared to the hard ones?
I was up writing late the other night, and saw part of a Flashpoint episode with the sound off (Hi,
nodressrehersal!). I thought the two young men in it were lovers, but it turned out they were supposed to be brothers. Thank you, Hollywood, for not even trying to cast family members for physical resemblance anymore! And speaking as one who watches virtually all commercials on "mute": if your ad resembles a bad LSD trip and I cannot begin to discern your product, UR DOING IT WRONG. *ahem*
Back to watching The Devil's Highrise, and wishing I hadn't gone overboard on candy corn the last couple of weekends. What's new with you?
