i'm sitting at work on a sunny yet cold sunday morning, sipping on my beloved mocha and nursing a nasty cough. i'm feeling a little rough this morning, but i'm sure i'll pull through alright.

i've been having a rash of bad dreams lately. the kind where you wake up and you just swear it was real. this isn't really sitting well with me because i'm already having lots of fears about the things that are coming true in my dreams. last night i woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep for at least an hour. the same thing happened a few days ago. i just wish i could have these dreams on my day off, that way i don't roll into work feeling like i've just been run over by a truck. i'm fairly certain that it's gonna turn out to be a long day.

we owe it all to kerry: matt, paul, and i are hopelessly addicted to bejeweled. to sum it all up, i actually heard paul mutter "can i please have my soul back?"