I suffered from some sort of sleepy syndrome this past week. I was exhausted all week long – with nothing to explain for it. Last night I was so tired I could barely wash off my makeup, let alone work up the energy to brush my teeth. [collective gasp!, I know] So I fall into bed and, apparently, into some fairly bizarre dreams.
Take this one for example …
I was getting ready to go hiking with some friends (that, in itself is just plain weird). I’m in the restroom – somewhere – getting ready with my good friend Angelina Jolie. She, of course, is looking gorgeous. She’s even wearing a dress. To go hiking. “Gosh,” I say, eloquent-like, “you look so good! Maybe I should change my clothes.” Angelina looks at me with disgust. “You better at least brush your teeth.”
Needless to say, I was ruined. RUINED. So tonight, no matter how tired I may feel, I will brush my teeth before jumping into bed. Promise.