Day 3 of the rehab has begun, and I am feeling slightly surreal. I had a dream last night that leads me to believe that the demons are leaving my body. The dream was so wild that I cannot begin to explain it here without somebody calling my therapist and having a truck with men in white jackets showing up.
Highlights have to do with a mad woman driving an 18-wheeler, a tornado, my ex-wife and her sister, and my boss with Winnie the Pooh. Wow. Honey….don’t worry I actually took a shower this morning.
The things that I have learned while I have been in Rehab Mode:
I learned that maybe all those teenage boys who said they'd die if we didn't give them sex might have been telling the truth after all. (Now I sort of feel bad)
okay whats with the wierd dreams everyone seems to have had last night? Everyone is blogging about wierd dreams, I thought I was the only one who blogged today about a wierd one (actually mine is a retarded one lol). Hmmmmm - damn Sandman mustve accidentally sprinked crack on us all instead of pixy dust.
I learned that maybe there's a reason why I get different amounts of coffee buzz every time I drink a cup of the stuff.
I learned lots of other things, too. But I'm not telling.
I learned you are just as witty as 3 days ago and HEY so men won't go blind if we don't give it to them? just heart failure?
I stand up and applaud you, and at the same time sit here and wonder where the hell you found out that first point from.
I learned that my "gross-out" threshold is dangerously high. I read each item through and never stopped chewing my pizza.
I learned that you have no clue what I look like, or you'd have recognized me behind the wheel of that 18 wheeler!
I learned that I should not have had two cups of mocha java after taking my herbal energy supplement.
Since I already knew about #1, I learned NOT to keep toothbrushes on the bathroom countertop. Gah!
I learned I need to get my hands on whatever you're taking during rehab so I can have great dreams like that too....Winnie the Pooh??? How cool is that!!??
Oh, and I want the job your dog has as a deck guard. :-)
I learned that driving a car with kids on a long road trip and driving me crazy go hand in hand! I learned the frequency of a good toddler scream! ( and yes it can break glass)