I didn't have any dreams last night. Mostly, I guess, because I got completely cocked before I fell asleep on a bizarre series of drinks that included beer, Pinot Noir, and run and coke that is today making my stomach lodge formal complaints with me about my beverage choices. Fuck you stomach, I did what I had to - it was Saint Patrick's Day.
So I woke up without any recollection of any dreams, but for my troubles I do have an eye that dried out so completely from dehydration that the lid stuck to it and ripped off of it when I awoke with a start as my phone rang at 7:40 this morning, which means that I will have fuzzy vision on the right side throughout most of today. That's always fun.
