To Blog or Not to Blog

I was seriously about to call it a night and not post an entry tonight because I'm pretty damn tired. And after folding laundry on top of my sudden need for sleep, I figured I'd just put off blogging til tomorrow.

However, this is a new year and one of my resolutions is to be more consistent with my blogging no matter what. Even if it means I have to sit through Carson Daly's lame attempt at hosting a late night show. Therefore I am honoring that committment to myself and gosh darnit I'm glad that I did.

Now that I think about it I did have something to write about afterall. It's been a while since I've had one of my patented weird dreams to share with all of you. Bare with me.

The following took place between 2:00 am and 9:00am.

As usual I only remember fragments of the actual dream but the gist of it is me meeting Mischa Barton, star of my one time favortite show The OC, at some person's house in I wanna say Williamsburg. Why? I have no idea. I think I she was in the dream because earlier in the day I noticed on one of the websites that I frequent that it was her birthday (she turned 20 for those of you scoring at home). It should be noted that she was looking really tasty in the dream.

Anyway where was I again? Oh yeah, Williamsburg? There were 2 other guys ther, who I didn't know, but they seemed to know who I was. I think there were some women there too but for some reason they were in a different room from me, Mishca and the aforementioned dudes. I remember that I wasn't going to be 'that guy' who asks Mischa if she in fact Mischa Barton. So I play it cool when one of the guys introduces me to Mischa and we exchange pleasantries. So far so good, I don't say anything stupid. Then all of a sudden she starts talking about the place she bought with her boyfriend(the other guy in the room whose name I think was Kennedy) in Queens of all places.
I tell her that I used to live in Queens and all of a sudden she starts acting like we're best friends. She starts touching my hand and asking me if I know the area where her place is ( I don't but I act like I do) and then she tells me that I can come over anytime I want whenever she's in town. At this point I'm beside myself thinking 'Is this really happening?' when I hear the phone ring and someone from the other room calls my name and says it's for me. I get up to answer it and next thing I know my Mom is yelling at me to wake up and let the dog out.

Yeah, I'm just lucky like that.