I'm 21, average-looking and I'm home on a Saturday night. That just doesn't seem right. But then ... it's always been that way.

I did a whole lot of nothing today. I had some very weird dreams last night. Dreams. Plural. Because I kept waking up and then would fall into another one when my eyes closed again. They were all quick. Everything at twice the speed. In one, I was this mother with a kid. And a husband or boyfriend or something. He was cute but he kept pissing me off. I was sick in the dream. Some strange illness and my husband/boyfriend/sperm donor had to take care of the kid. The kid was cute but sorta looked like a monkey. I'm telling you ... the dreams were weird. Conan O'Brien was in that one too. I couldn't get doctors to help me or something to I decided to go on the air and bitch them out. Conan was outside the TV studio. I kept coughing and he asked me if I'd be ok. I felt out of that one soon after that ... I think.

In another one ... I was walking into Keri's office building when the guy at the front desk stopped me. He started to frisk me and I stood there with a devilish grin. Then the frisking turned into sensual touching. Then the elevator doors opened right behind me and we grabbed each other, kissing and slurping. He pushed me back against the wall and kissed me hard. My legs wrapped around his waist. Then the elevator stopped and we straightened up before people got on. The minute they got out ... we were at it again. It was so hot and so vivid and yet .... so weird. I felt myself come in my sleep. And we weren't even having sex. Just hot ... very intense kissing.

I hate wetdreams.

That's only been my 3rd or 4th. Ever! But I hate 'em. I fell into another one. This one had my buddy, Bob in it. All I remember in it is Bob running his fingers up my thighs, looking at him and saying, "What are you doing?!!"

An online friend, the cool girl I chat with, said NyQuil gives her freaky dreams. She may be on to something.

I woke up soon after and got some cereal. Cereal, sandwiches and ginger ale pretty much made my day. Mark's brother was here. They left soon after. I spent all day in bed. The weather seemed great and I probably should've gone for a walk to the park at least. I'll go tomorrow. I was going into the city to hang out at a video shoot tomorrow but ... blah. I doubt I'll go.

NyQuil works. Really good too I feel. So good that I've been blowing my nose all day. How the hell much mucus can you body contain? It's incredible. Just globs of it. And it's kinda thick too. I'm sure if I threw it against the wall it would stay there. And there honestly seems no end. You blow ... and blow ... and blow ... and it doesn't end. Sounds like something out of HBO's 'Hookers At The Point'. Anyway ... I'm taking NyQuil every night until this cold's totally gone.