day 11091: looking for the man of my dreams
Last night I had a vivid dreamt about a boy.
He was tall, asian (whoa, where did THAT come from?) and a little bit funny looking. He was wearing scrubs, and his ID badge read St. Michael's Hospital (i.e. just around the corner from Monkeyco). His name started with an R... Robert... Rene... Renforth... R... R... argh...
Gosh darn it, did he ever make my heart flutter.
So, man-of-my-dreams, if you really do exist and you're not just a figment of my short-circuiting REM cycles, meet me between 9:00 - 9:15 at the Tim Hortons around the corner. I'm there practically every morning. You know where it is.
[ed note: You know what this REALLY means though... no more late night House marathons.]