Interrogation

Last night I dreamt I was watching a police interrogation.

Actually, quite a few interrogation.

The police guy had this thing on the bottom of his shoe, and he would keep clicking it during the questioning.

*ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick*

Until, finally, the suspect would scream "ALL RIGHT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I DID IT!! I DID IT!!!"

This happened for quite awhile. Always the same....ClickClickClick.

So, this morning, I wake up, and in my haziness, realize that Martin has been playing Diablo all night on the computer in the bedroom, and the clicking that was so perversely invading my dreams, was, in fact, the mouse click.

Yeah, apparently, it annoys me.

Motivational

Things Heard Today, Episode #2

(While sitting in a waiting room, stealing horrified glances at the obvious meth-heads a couple chairs over.)

Receptionist, to other Receptionist: "I don't like this fake Sudafed stuff. It just doesn't have the 'kick' that the original Sudafed had."

Meth-head #1: *hysterical laughter* *itch itch pick pick*

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Later-Meth-head #1 to Meth-head #2: "Yeah, well I asked Jimmy about it, and he said it didn't matter that I had multiple felonies" *itch itch pick pick*

Things Heard Today

(As sitting in the drive thru lane of the local Mexican food joint, waiting for a rather large couple to pass by us, so we can go. The man was wearing cut off jean shorts, and a cut off / no sleeve plaid shirt barely covering his beat up, no sleeve tee-shirt.)

Martin: (under his breath) "Careful. You don't want to run over Larry the Cable Guy."
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(I walk into the living room and see Arianna laying on her back, with her feet over her head, wrapped around the back of her neck)

Me: "What in the WORLD are you doing??"

Arianna: "Experiencing inner peace."