Remember Friday how I told you about my long night of horrible nightmares set in my parent’s house and filled with bad sex with Ronnie from the Jersey Shore? The good news is I’m not obsessed with him. It turns out those dreams were fever induced. The bad news is, I’m one sick girl.
And the fever is the least annoying part of it all. I’ve enjoyed prepping for colonoscopies more than I enjoyed this weekend. Hell, at least the colon prep process takes less than 24 hours. Yes, three days later it’s still happening. I made it through an entire jumbo pack of double roll toilet paper over the weekend, and so far there’s no signs of stopping.
In other news, Mildred has developed a fascination with all things toilet related. Yes, the timing is stupendous.
Really these fevered dreams are getting out of control. After watching (read: catching snippets between losing consciousness and sprinting for the bathroom) the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy and the VMA’s yesterday, the dreams just got nutso. Can you imagine Lady Gaga, complete with her meat purse, as Gandalf? Apparently I can. I can also picture Snookie as Frodo and J-Wow as her steadfast Samwise Gamgee battling Taylor Swift as Gollum through the fires of Mordor. Seriously, I’m exhausted…and also, maybe a nerd.
I did manage to climb out of the bathroom long enough to post a quick Craftastrophe. I think somebody likes Barbie a little too much. While you’re at it, check out his Christmas sweater (no that last link really isn’t safe for work).