Nothing much to report...
Just got done copying the IWA 95 King of the Deathmatch tournament for a coworker of mine, and shisno, I'd forgotten the kind of damage Terry Funk and Mick Foley took in that last match. Makes me want to go to bed and sleep.
Speaking of sleep, I had an odd dream yesterday. I was the leader of a group of some paramilitary status, which also strangely, was composed of this wierd melange of my friends and coworkers. I remember that part of it took place in a Wal-Mart that had old G.I. Joe figures really cheap(also oddly enough, that's a recurring dream of mine, every few months...I think it's a holdover from when I went to a Lionel Toy Warehouse when I was a kid and they had EVERYTHING I could have wanted, but I didn't have any money, and then they went out of buisness, sob), but anyway...
Somehow, someone had kidnapped a person close to one of my team members, and it was our job to rescue this person. The kidnappers were an attractive blonde girl who kind of looked like a petite Maggie Grace and a guy who resembled a coworker. I talked my way into their 'lair'(which was some sort of apartment building) by pretending I wanted to sell this antique Colt .45 which for some reason only held 4 bullets. I distracted the guy while my team took up their positions, then they came in and got him. I went to the girl and I remember somehow fooling her some way with the gun and walking her down the hallway with the barrel pressed against the base of her neck, but then I woke up.
Wierd dream...
Speaking of sleep, I had an odd dream yesterday. I was the leader of a group of some paramilitary status, which also strangely, was composed of this wierd melange of my friends and coworkers. I remember that part of it took place in a Wal-Mart that had old G.I. Joe figures really cheap(also oddly enough, that's a recurring dream of mine, every few months...I think it's a holdover from when I went to a Lionel Toy Warehouse when I was a kid and they had EVERYTHING I could have wanted, but I didn't have any money, and then they went out of buisness, sob), but anyway...
Somehow, someone had kidnapped a person close to one of my team members, and it was our job to rescue this person. The kidnappers were an attractive blonde girl who kind of looked like a petite Maggie Grace and a guy who resembled a coworker. I talked my way into their 'lair'(which was some sort of apartment building) by pretending I wanted to sell this antique Colt .45 which for some reason only held 4 bullets. I distracted the guy while my team took up their positions, then they came in and got him. I went to the girl and I remember somehow fooling her some way with the gun and walking her down the hallway with the barrel pressed against the base of her neck, but then I woke up.
Wierd dream...
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