Had the weirdest fucking dream right now. I was dead. But that wasn't an issue. I had learned how to manipulate reality. I was getting out. I had it all figured out. There were some other little things going on in this crazy dream, but that's the gist of it. I needed help from a friend who was worried about stealing, there was an old co-worker in my dream who didn't like me smoking even though WE WERE DEAD; just odd shit like that.
Second night in a row I slept like shit. I can't sleep with A/C on nor can I sleep when someone is kicking me to tell me I am snoring. I know, I know. I am not used to someone else being in my bed and you can all laugh at me all you want. Unfortunately I can't get pissed at her because 80% of why I am snoring so bad is because I am fucking fat again. No one to blame but myself for that one, eh kids?
Yesterday we got up at a leisurely pace, had breakfast and headed back into the park. We saw Mike Wazowski in his Monsters U hat, Mr. and Mrs. Incredible, and Flik. We waited in line for all of them except Flik. We sat at the bar and had lobster nachos and sliders. We then headed back to the hotel for a good nap. Woke up around 5 and headed back to the park. We went specifically to pick up a couple of things for people like her mom and sisters. We ran into someone we both follow on Tumblr which was hilarious.
Got back to the hotel and had the sex. For once I finished first. Amazing. Of course with that and the long nap she had earlier, someone had trouble falling asleep. See paragraph two about being kicked.
Sigh. I am cranky today. Have to drive home and go back to reality. Fuck reality.
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