2008-07-24 - 6:48 a.m.
To sleep, perchance to dream

I don't know what it says about me, but this scene happened in my dream last night:

Me, (watching a bunch of kids who were literally insane): Poor kids, being driven to insanity.
Old Codger who appeared out of nowhere: Heh! Kids these days! They can't do anything for themselves! They even have to be driven to insanity! In my day, you couldn't be driven to insanity, you had to walk! It was up hill both ways and most of the time it was snowing!

Erm, okay? I blame that on a kid at work who drove me batshit crazy yesterday because he just would not leave me alone. When he wasn't hanging on me being crazy, he was showing his crazy off for the volunteers. He went up to one he'd never met before and goes "Hi! I'm ViVi Nutkins Weirdo Guy. Would you like an acorn?". The "ViVi" stands for "Vroom Vroom" because while I would not call him "Vroom Vroom" when he told me that was his new name, I did agree to yell at him using the more effeminate and French sounding initials.

When I'm not dreaming about ViVi Nutkins, I'm having nightmares where I wake up screaming or dreaming that I'm Optimus Prime being tortured by an old Native American woman.

I should probably keep getting ready for work. I just wanted to get that old dude out of my head so he and his little speech wouldn't bounce around in there all day.