Last night I hate half a tube of dec-a-cake. Now my mouth and left hand are all black/green. I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream that this guy came home and had written "Dreams are not always in first person perspective". There was some stuff about ummmm... this place. Like the mayor of the town didn't want to build this building but everyone else wanted him to or... I don't remember what the building was for. I woke up and my foot really itched. I'm going to try and set an alarm for 8:00 or 9:00. It's 4:00, now.