What did that dream mean? It meant you were sleeping.
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: House Hunters on HGTV -- I'm addicted.

I've taken some flak about the frozen Lean Cuisine dinners I bring to work on occasion. (The Thai chicken variety comes highly-recommended by me.) "But you're already skinny," they say. Well, here's the deal. It's not Slim Fast, people. Slim Fast. That name says it all; it's for people trying to get slim. By the same token, I think it's called Lean Cuisine because it's cuisine for the already lean. The portion size is small, just enough to be satisfied until you can get home and get some real food. Like Oreos and milk.

A friend of mine from home and I only communicate these days via letters. Real, old-fashioned snail mail. No cell. No e-mail. No Facebook. Just cursive print and stamps. The plus? It's really fun. It's good to know every so often there'll be a quip about hitting on the grocery store clerk tucked in with my bills. The downside? I forgot how to write by hand, I type so much. My cursive is terrible, and my mind moves faster than my pen. It's beginning to be as hard to find a mailbox as it is to find a pay phone these days. I just hope he can finish the crossword puzzle I sent him last time.

Last night I dreamed that I pulled into the two-car garage at my childhood home. On the other side, which in actuality was the side I always parked in, there was a giant (nearly car-sized) dead rat on the floor. Devastated, I was stuck in the car not knowing what to do. For some reason, I knew I had to carry my cat in the house without him going nuts and trying to smell/eat the rat. I'm trying not to read much into this dream, but I hope it doesn't have anything to do with the recent beginnings of my casual new car search.