I had a dream last night. I was driving a very large pickup (it was a British model as I was in a right-side driver’s seat). I was taking my Mom and brothers out to buy a humidifier. We went to a store where an inconsiderate salesman gave us the run around and refused to help us. I told him off and then told the family that we should go somewhere else. We headed outside and loaded ourselves into the truck. As I was getting ready to pull away, I saw the salesman approaching my door. I said, “Well, here we go” and exited the truck ready to throw down. The guy was quite animated and explained that he doesn’t make much commission on humidifiers and that’s why he wasn’t paying us much attention. That part of the dream ended and I then found myself driving the pickup around a carnival or circus. I’d look all this up in a dream book, but it’s certain to suggest that I’m gay. Let’s just say I’m gay and save me the time to find that book.
Got home to find a letter from Enbridge saying that they want proof that I’ve taken care of my furnace venting situation. They want me to fax them a copy of the invoice. Well, you think I could find the fucking thing? Looked everywhere. Had myself convinced that it must’ve been recycled and that Kat was the one who did it. I was about to unleash a fury of f, c, i and s words on her when I thought I’d take another look in the office. Ended up finding it had fallen down beside the filing cabinet. You find it hard to believe that anyone could be enough of an a-hole to curse at a pregnant woman? Well you really don’t know me at all then, do you?