I had another dream last night, this time about J-Rocker Kyo, from the band Dir en Grey. A bit bizarre, as I haven’t listened to them in a while. Nevertheless, he managed to worm his way into my head some way or another. We were at some sort of convention, I believe, and I was supposed to be introduced to some guy that was wearing authentic, designer-label Japanese clothing. The guy was a real goofball… skinny, buck-teeth, messy short hair… but he did have some really cool threads on. It didn’t take too long for me to realize, though, that Kyo was completely and utterly pissed. Drunk, not mad.

Somehow it fell upon me to take care of him. We wound up in a huge elevator, akin to the staff elevators in hospitals. Large, echoing, and aesthetically unpleasing. Not to mention with the little upraised star patterns on the metal floors. Kyo didn’t care, though. Too busy writhing around on said floor to worry about the ambiance of the elevator. I found a yellow bucket for him to vomit in, exactly like the ones Jon & Kate gave their kids to yakk in when they got the stomach flu.

I don’t really remember how the dream ended, as I was woken up this morning. Odd, no? Two days in a row I’m woken up by someone and don’t get to finish my dream. Although, I’ll be honest… it could have been earlier in the night when I dreamed this, when I woke up having to pee really bad. At least I didn’t wake up having to vomit, like Kyo. I was a little worried after leaving half of my bean burger in the hot car for a couple of hours yesterday. I ate it for dinner last night. :X

I still have 6 eggrolls left over from the large batch I made on… Monday? Saturday? I can’t remember what day it was. They’re in the freezer, unfried. And technically, they’re not eggrolls. I use spring roll wrappers since I’m vegan. They generally take me a couple of hours to make, as I make them from nearly completely from scratch. The only thing I don’t do myself is make the actual wrappers. Well, and the tofu. Hah!

Rick asked me how the eggrolls were, only about an hour after I mentioned to him “brb, gonna make eggrolls”. I chuckled a bit and let him know that I was still making them. That confused him a bit. He apparently thought I was… nuking them in the microwave? I told him that I made them all from scratch, to which he replied “Ohhh. …Man, I’m a lucky guy”.

I like to pretend to gracefully accept compliments like that, or even to kick the dirt a bit and disagree. But I secretly eat them up. I devour them. I love it when he fawns over me. I hope that my cheeks always round and my heart always swells when he strokes my ego, because it’s an awesome feeling.

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