I woke up this morning after a fitful sleep involving dreams of finding my car with three flat tires (strangely, it was my first car, not the one I drive now), catching up with a bunch of people I knew in high school and telling them of my plans to move to Los Angeles, making one of them mad at me by accidentally ruining this experiment he was running even though I didn't think I did anything wrong, punching out someone I used to work with who annoyed the hell out of me (he annoyed the hell out of me both in realtime and in my dream), and seeding the U.S./Canadian border with Christmas trees by dropping magical fir tree needles all over. What does it all mean? I couldn't even begin to tell you.

Despite the fact that I said it was just another night and I didn't want to "celebrate" New Year's, I'm still feeling let down about the events that occurred. Even though it's noon and I just got out of bed, I still feel like crawling back there.