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[wickedflea]

I dreamed that some higher-up in the university system was at our staff meeting and was grilling me with questions that she didn't even understand. She even claimed I didn't know my own name. Finally I blurted out, "OK, THANK YOU FOR BUSTING MY BALLS." It was shock and awe, I tell you.

Oh yeah, and Friday night I dreamed that I was nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for my role as Philip Seymour Hoffman playing Truman Capote. I was at the ceremony and realized that I was sitting in the wrong seat, because there was probably one with my name on it, me being a nominee and all. But then I decided that I wasn't dressed well enough, so I went home to change. Then my grandmother was driving me back, only she kept making wrong turns because she couldn't hear me give directions. And then at some point, I discovered that there was no way I was going to make it back to the ceremony because HELLO, it's in California.

Then I went to get a haircut from the guy who used to cut it in Starkville. He was going to give me a "Weird Science" haircut (whatever that means), but first he got on stage and played KISS cover tunes.

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[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Then I went to get a haircut from the guy who used to cut it in Starkville. He was going to give me a "Weird Science" haircut (whatever that means), but first he got on stage and played KISS cover tunes.

>>Bwahaha! That sounds like one of your dreams, all right. ;)

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I figured you'd get a kick out of that! :)