March 17th, 2005

fuzzy sweatpants

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I overslept this morning. I did, however, prove to myself that I can go from bed to my desk at work in less than 45 minutes, and without skipping breakfast, too. (I never skip breakfast.) So I was barely late.

I rarely remember my dreams. But I remember that in the hour or so between when my alarm went off and when I actually woke up, I dreamed about cream cheese. And xb95. Not together, though. And there were probably some other things in there too.

In other news, I'm exceedingly weird, and you all just don't know it.



One of the Penn radio announcers, probably attempting to describe an instance of the "reaching in" foul, just referred to a "reach-around foul".