...no, not that dream, but a crazy ass dream. Normally, I dream about my mom getting married to a serial killer, me developing super powers, and other craziness as I try to escape the crazy serial killer and try to save my mom. Except last night I dreamed that Michelle Obama was in my house and kept taking pictures of herself on my blackberry and with my digital camera and she killed the batteries on both. Then she showed me the dog that she brought for her girls and told me that she was going to name it Regal Eagle. I promise...I am not making this up, I dreamed it. I hate to say it but in my dream Michelle my bell was working my nerves. She just wouldn’t she was all over my living room then bust out singing negro spirituals and then Rockin that Thang by the Dream, but in her defense she was really down to earth and gave me some great advice about my future. To bad I can’t remember it.
Then I got snatched out of my sleep by mom because the puppy, who I like to refer to as Zuri Neale Hurston (or Puppy Neale Hurston), has the fuckin runs. Since when do dogs get the runs? Now I'm stuck here feeding her pedialyte and making sure she doesn't shart all over the damn carpet.
This is not what a Sunday was designed for.
But I'm glad the tragedy of Valentines day is over. lol. Even though I kinda almost wanted one for the first time ever, but it wasn't all horrible. My mom brought me a present and I had booze so all was good.
I did finish "The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother" while trying to stop the dog from shitting on the floor. It was a good read, with some interesting commentary on race, religion, and self discovery. Now, I'm trying to dive right into another book before I lose my desire to do so.
Ughhh damn dogs,
KD
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