I Might Have A Problem

I got home from work at 5:35 this evening.  I laid down on my bed, in what I wore to work and then decided pajamas were a good idea.  Well, that was the straw that broke the camel's back because next thing I knew it was 8:56.

Two missed calls, one voicemail, one text message and a Facebook notification later - I woke up.  Don't worry world - I am alive.

All that being said to say this:

I had a dream about Toyota Priuses (Priusi? Prii?) and vegan cookbooks. True story.  I had a dream about those two things.  I was driving my silver Prius and going through vegan cookbooks.  I was frantic trying to figure out what I was going to cook for dinner.

Don't worry world - I figured it out.  Chickpea burgers with Tahini yogurt sauce.  Don't get too excited.  I only cook for two or three.

So I woke up, and first freaked out because it was 8:56 and I missed a potential Starbucks date with Dara.  Second, I realized I might be a hippie and I'm not OK with that.  Friends, hear my cry: Do Not Let Me Buy A Prius.  The Honda Fit is good enough.

This could also mean I'm sick or exhausted, but I'm feeling pretty awesome right now, as I listen to The Byrds (because that's what hippies do).

When this happens, don't stop me.  Get a camera and tell me to do a dance.

Then show my grandparents.  Because I love them.