I got out of bed at 2:15pm today. I went to bed at 2am. Although I had one of those awake/asleep nights, I still slept a long ass time. I had dreams about Dana Gould, Theanna, Diane, and Jake Gyllenhaal, the last gave me an irriating neck rub that led me to believe that he would be bad in bed.

I gave a bartender a taste of my flirting skills yesterday. He was Irish and had that just rolled out of bed look. His name is David. I don't think I flirt well. I believe I might have embarrassed myself.

Ah, well, back on that horse.