I had a dream last night/this morning. I was out wandering around some downtown area and ended up in a bridal shop. Some twinge of insanity compelled me to rifle through the dresses until the saleslady came up and showed me the perfect wedding dress: A crepy-flowy sleeveless number in blush pink (no White Wedding for me...too blase' thanks...though IRL, I'd likely get married in red, not pink). I tried it on and, if I must say it myself, I looked damn hot! I had hair and make-up done and went in for photos. Then, I just wandered around the shop the rest of the day, still wearing the dress!

I could not decide whether I was going to buy the dress now, or put it on layaway. I'd keep heading up to the cash register to buy the dress, but then stop myself, saying, "Maybe I'm jumping the gun, here." and then I'd wander around the shop some more. I was headed to the cash register one last time (I had decided to hell with jumping the gun, I was just going to buy the damn thing!), when Simon woke me up.

I think my mid-life crisis is starting...