Sitting in Clewiston.
It seems that some people are actually posting on their blogs again. Arielle and Chelsea seem to be leading the R.U.B.I.U.W.T. (Revive Ur Blog If U Want To) movement.
I guess I'll jump on the ole band-wagon and play a ditty or two and see how far it gos before it gets stuck in the mire again.
Really, I want to make my own web page. I think I'll start working on that... just need to find a good hosting service.
On to the matter at hand, sitting in Clewiston.
Mostly I came here to pitch a website design to Danny's boss. However, as his boss is not even going to be in for the time I'm going to be here, it was a mostly wasted trip. I did, however, get some of the best spaghetti ever. My mom's is much better than any at a restaurant. It's definitely the best thing she makes.
I took a nap yesterday, because that's the sort of place Clewiston is. Never take a nap... It is a horrible experience. I was slightly tired and lay down on the couch, figuring that a little shut-eye would do me good. I, however, forgot that me and naps don't mesh. I woke up feeling more tired than ever, and with a horrible headache. I did, however, have an interesting dream.
Glen's nap dream:
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I was driving around a town with Danny, Jimmy and Jenson. I'm not sure what town this was, but there were hills and some woodsy southern style architecture. We came up on a general store that was at the top of an staircase about the size of the Arena staircase but made entirely of wood.
I recognized the place and felt like it was a place that we liked to go to, though really it isn't any place I've ever been. We climbed up all the stairs and went into the store. It was a regular general store, sort of a blend of a cafe and a 7-11. raw wooden walls and floors and generally good lighting. Arielle, Chelsea and Danielle were in there already, drinking coffees. We said hi to them and then for some reason I left.
As I was leaving an Asian girl that, in the dream, I knew walked out of a pub. (In retrospect, I think she was the Asian girl from the "the next top model" or whatever modeling show Veranne was watching monday.) The pub was apparently a separate part of the general store that I didn't see before. When I walked in I went up to the bar because she offered me a free drink. For some reason you had to walk up on a stage that was behind the rack with the drinks. It was apparently near closing time. A bunch of sprinkler heads popped up out of the bar and started spraying cleaning solution, so I didn't sit down cross-legged like everybody else that was up on the bar-stage because it was wet.
Everybody who was in the other part of the general store then walked into the pub and sat down at a table towards the entrance.
The bartender handed me what smelled like a crown-and-coke in one hand and a glass with a Bahama mama in the other hand. I had to stand in a corner because the bar sprinklers were getting cleaning solution everywhere.
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At this point my cellphone woke me up. Danny needed a ride back to the house. I was excessively groggy and could barely get up. My head was killing me and even my eyes were tired.
So... that's why I don't take naps, even in the most boring city in the world.
I guess I'll jump on the ole band-wagon and play a ditty or two and see how far it gos before it gets stuck in the mire again.
Really, I want to make my own web page. I think I'll start working on that... just need to find a good hosting service.
On to the matter at hand, sitting in Clewiston.
Mostly I came here to pitch a website design to Danny's boss. However, as his boss is not even going to be in for the time I'm going to be here, it was a mostly wasted trip. I did, however, get some of the best spaghetti ever. My mom's is much better than any at a restaurant. It's definitely the best thing she makes.
I took a nap yesterday, because that's the sort of place Clewiston is. Never take a nap... It is a horrible experience. I was slightly tired and lay down on the couch, figuring that a little shut-eye would do me good. I, however, forgot that me and naps don't mesh. I woke up feeling more tired than ever, and with a horrible headache. I did, however, have an interesting dream.
Glen's nap dream:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was driving around a town with Danny, Jimmy and Jenson. I'm not sure what town this was, but there were hills and some woodsy southern style architecture. We came up on a general store that was at the top of an staircase about the size of the Arena staircase but made entirely of wood.
I recognized the place and felt like it was a place that we liked to go to, though really it isn't any place I've ever been. We climbed up all the stairs and went into the store. It was a regular general store, sort of a blend of a cafe and a 7-11. raw wooden walls and floors and generally good lighting. Arielle, Chelsea and Danielle were in there already, drinking coffees. We said hi to them and then for some reason I left.
As I was leaving an Asian girl that, in the dream, I knew walked out of a pub. (In retrospect, I think she was the Asian girl from the "the next top model" or whatever modeling show Veranne was watching monday.) The pub was apparently a separate part of the general store that I didn't see before. When I walked in I went up to the bar because she offered me a free drink. For some reason you had to walk up on a stage that was behind the rack with the drinks. It was apparently near closing time. A bunch of sprinkler heads popped up out of the bar and started spraying cleaning solution, so I didn't sit down cross-legged like everybody else that was up on the bar-stage because it was wet.
Everybody who was in the other part of the general store then walked into the pub and sat down at a table towards the entrance.
The bartender handed me what smelled like a crown-and-coke in one hand and a glass with a Bahama mama in the other hand. I had to stand in a corner because the bar sprinklers were getting cleaning solution everywhere.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
At this point my cellphone woke me up. Danny needed a ride back to the house. I was excessively groggy and could barely get up. My head was killing me and even my eyes were tired.
So... that's why I don't take naps, even in the most boring city in the world.
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