Last night's dream involved me giving birth to octopulets. They were very small. As small as newborn kittens. After the first night 2 of them had died. Then 2 more died. The remaining 4 were suddenly as big as toddlers. Another sudden growth made them as big as preschoolers. I hadn't even named them yet and they were as big and intelligent as 4 year olds. This growth meant that when I tried to name them they protested the names I had chosen. I think I named one Jack and he was okay with that.
Why do I always dream about having babies? The biological clock can't be ticking that much yet. I'm not even 25! Allison and I don't plan on having children until we're 30.
I finished The Wives of Bath last night. The beginning of Lost and Delirious should not have a line that says, "based on.." The stories aren't even similar. The only things that are kept the same are the character's names. Books into movies.... boggles the mind sometimes.
I have nothing to wear to work today. We sit in cubicles and answer phones. No one sees us. I don't understand why business casual is enforced. I can't even wear flip-flops without getting a written warning. It's foolishness.
I wish my girlfriend would come over and sex me up before work.
Nicole
What I hear: Sports Centre on TSN. Jennifer Hedger is a hottie.