Last night I had another dream about my friend Brent. That's the second one in about three weeks. Frankly, it scares me a little bit. Usually when I dream about someone like that they may be in trouble. Brent is currently in Kenya studying monkies. No, you read that right, monkies. He'll be there until around June or July of next year. Weird part is I haven't emailed or snail mailed him in a long time. Probably my subconscious telling me to take five minutes out of my day and contact him. Can you say guilt?

So Room Mate Marti's date went well last night. As witnessed by the fact that the new guy didn't leave until this morning. Is it just me or does anyone else think it's slightly wrong to sleep with someone like that on the first date? He is a nice guy, we actually got to have some converation before I left for my hockey game (we won 5-0 and I had an assist, woo-hoo!) and when I came home while I was icing my knee. He definitely got points from me for wearing Aqua Di Gio (stuff brings me to my knees). It could still be smelled this morning when I woke up. Nice. Marti said this one will be staying around for awhile. As opposed to some of the other one night stands she's had. I don't know. He seemed nice enough.

I was supposed to go looking at houses with Bob today. The plan consisted of him getting up early, going to the tv station to work on his resume tape, then he would call me when I was getting out of church. When I turned my phone back on after church and there was no message I called him. Sure enough he slept in, my phone call woke him up, and was not ready. I told him to call me when he wanted to go. I guess there was nothing he saw he wanted to go to today because just as I was getting ready to eat a quick lunch Bob called and said he didn't want to go today. Secretly, I think he just wanted to go back to bed. Must be nice. Some of us actually work on Sundays. Bah. Tuesday we're going out for dinner at the Macaroni Grill. Not exactly the best place nutrition wise but yummmmy food. To counteract some of what I will be eating I will run tomorrow over my lunch hour and try to hit the gym before work on Tuesday. I said try. If worse comes to worse I'll probably just run again. At least it will be some form of exercise.

I'm procrastinating. Instead of cruising the internet I should be doing my checkbook and writing out some checks for bills. See how fast that is getting done? Sigh. When my cousin Seth (he's 5) and I went ice skating Saturday we decided that it was better to be a kid instead of an adult. No bills to worry about, no worries about having enough money and you get naps whenever you want. Yeah, it's good to be a kid. Granted, you can't drive or drink (definite bonus to being over the age of 21...or 18) but your problems revolve around learning how to tie your shoes and making sure you get some computer time in before bedtime. Ah, those were the days. But reality is calling. I need to do something to make myself look productive.

In the mean time, I think I'll read the obits on the London Daily Telegraph's site. Pretty bloody funny.