Calling Carl Jung

Almost every night this past week I've been having some pretty lucid dreams of people trying to chase and shoot me. It's of like the end of the first and original Matrix when Neo is being chased by the 3 agents. Not the most pleasant way to spend the night. Maybe I should stop eating those funny looking shrooms outside my hotel window.


I can't get over how amused I am with my friend's blog entry. Here's an excerpt.

"After watching the Grammy's, I wonder how long it'll take Jennifer Lopez to realize Marc Anthony isn't very attractive. And does John Mayer's cloud of female fans realize he looks like a retarded kid when he holds his notes?

Funny-looking people like them give funny-looking people like me hope."