Okay.
This is bound to be revealing in many ways. It's currently about 3:30 AM. I woke up about half an hour ago. Had a really... well, typical dream for me. Here's how it went:
I was out at a restaurant, having breakfast with a group of friends (I never go out for breakfast). Then my phone rings.
As usual, I barely get it out of my pocket before it switches over to voicemail. But I manage to answer the phone just as it's making the switch.
The guy on the phone is a producer at a radio station. He tells me I'm going on air as the next caller for a chance to win the prize, and he tells me to speak clearly and wait for the host to finish what he asks.
Okay.
Then, the host comes on and asks if I'm ready to answer the question.
I guess so.
He asks a question... about Women's Speed Skating.
I am totally not making this up.
I really am insane. I know it now.
I answer, "Balloon animals."
Then the host gets mad at me and says, "What kind of idiot would give an answer like that?"
And I say, "What kind of idiot would ask me a question about Women's Speed Skating while I'm having breakfast?"
Please. If there are any psychoanalysts bloghopping today, post a comment and let me know what this means.
