Dammit. I really hate it when that happens. I wrote out a whole entry and IE froze up. Grrrr. It was witty, funny, lighthearted, sophisticated, intelligent, errrr, okay fine. I’m just lazy. Let’s see how well I can recreate…

Last night I dreamt that I was buddies with John Cusack. It was very realistic, in the way that only nicotine-patch dreams can be. I had gone over to Catherine Zeta-Jones’ house to drop off some film reels (okay, I need to stop reading Entertainment Weekly) but John was hanging out, so we became friends. We even went to the mall. In Baton Rouge. I couldn’t get any of my friends to meet him, because they were either in New Orleans or out of town, so I’m sure no one (um, in my dreams) believed me. Hmmph. Unfortunately, I woke up before I got any satisfactory result out of Mr. Cusack. Not that I wanted him to put the moves on me, no no no, honestly, I just wanted him to offer to pay off my student loans, maybe a credit card or two, but nooooo, just like a guy he was completely oblivious to any suggestion. He even admitted he was worth $100 million, but would he even pay for my $3.00 lunch? Noooooo. So I’m not so sure I’m such a big fan of John Cusack anymore. Cheapskate. Ha ha!

I talked to my mom this morning. She wants me to accept, on my brother’s behalf, the award he won for one of his films. It’s showing at some New Orleans film fest next weekend. I think this calls for a new outfit, yessirreeee, but Dee (or John) is going to have to pay.