No time for sleep = no time for dreams
so much for my dreamblog...
I didn't sleep Sunday nite cuz i stayed up to work on my 3D Maya vein full of blood cells for my animation, so my dreams last nite were sleep-deprived in addition to being extra depraved.
I had my reccurring Trainspotting-esqe gotta-go-to-the-bathroom-REALLY-bad-but-the-only-toilet-around-is-the-dirtiest-one-in-the-world
-but-i-use-it-anyway-cuz-i'm-just-that-desperate dream again last nite. The bathroom is usually different each time i have this dream, but several elements are always the same:
1) Vileness factor (The unoccupied toilets are always nauseatingly filthy)
2) Embarassment factor (there's never any privacy cuz there are rarely doors on the stall and the bathroom is usually crowded with other people i know personally)
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Ya, I know, I know, but seriously, just for the record, I'm NOT a skinhead... I just have a love/hate relationship with my hair. In fact, I'm so paranoid about people thinking I'm a racist that I don't even separate the coloreds from the whites when I do my laundry. Can't we all just get along? 
It seems like the whole friggin world is blogging these days and I've never been one to resist peer-pressure, so here it is, my very own crappy weblog.
In an effort to keep things at least marginally interesting for me (and whoever else stumbles across this site and bothers to give it a glance), I'm gonna try to use my blog as a dream journal. I'll probably find myself ranting a lot too. Either way, non-sequiturs and profanity are probably gonna be the norm around here at blog.JoshuaJMorgan.com.
Crap, I'm bored of my blog already. 
