Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

Well, Hello, Sunday morning.  I dreamed about you last night.  Then, I woke up and you were already here!

Actually, I had some weird dream about trying to cross borders.  I don't know if it was the States or abroad.  Felt local, but looked foreign.

Our group had professional fighters in it... think pro-wrestlers.  We were all held in an unfinished room at the border.  One of our group had a police uniform and got us across... think Big Bossman.  It was like a comedy movie.

Creative juices were probably still flowing from making noise, last night, when I fell asleep on the couch.  Either that, or the spicy sandwich from Zaxby's went to my head. 

Anyway, it's today and that's good.  Today needs to last a long time.  Give me all you've got, Sunday.