Mon 2 Feb 2009
Had a wacky waking dream this morning. I was on some variation of Project Runway, but it was more like making some sort of crafts involving painting, and working with a partner. I recall not necessarilly getting along with the partner, but she was the lead on the project, so I just tried to cover up her shoddy workmanship lest I be thrown under the bus. The other contestants were the standard mix of the couple of nice ones, and a couple über-bitchy ones as well. It was building up to the reveal and critiques that I woke to the sound of Mufasa yakking all over the bedroom carpet.
Lovely domesticity. After cleaning that up, I tried getting back to sleep to no avail, and don’t know how my project runway of the mind would’ve turned out.