I just slept for the better part of 16 hours, with some breaks for answering the phone, people buzzing on the door, SMSs etc. One of the phonecalls I recall from last night was Dad saying that I should turn my phone off to stop people calling me. Dad's phonecall would have been about the 9th call since I went to bed @ 2 yesterday afternoon, and I had a couple more afterwards, but I remember having a garbled (keep in mind that I had been asleep until 30 seconds before) argument with him that I needed my phone on.

I think I'm going to have to re-think that idea a little. Obviously at the moment it's hard to turn my mobile off as the screen is not displaying anything unless the case is removed and it's banged repeatedly against a table edge, so turning it off can be as muchaof a chore as answering someone's call. When I get it fixed, however, I think I'll give it some turn-off time occassionally, while I'm sleeping for instance.

In between the interruptions last night I had several dreams. I mention this because I usually don't dream very much. Many people tend to say, "Yes you do, you just don't remember dreaming." But I - as probably everyone else does - know when I have dreamt, even if I don't remember the content of the dream.

Well, I just had a dream, and I even remembered some of it! How truly fucking amazing:

I was in Canada with my Parents and Sister, for some reason, and something was happening, not sure what. I think there may have been snow involved, and possibly some sort of car... Hmmmmmm.
Anyway, at some stage (this is the only thing I can remember with any clarity) we went to a liquor-store where Jen Fox was working, along with some other girls who looked pretty similar to her. We were getting some 'cohol, for something. So I went and had a look at the Cold Beers which, paradoxically, were on a shelf next to the counter. Jen was there, serving away, and I picked up a bottle which looked pretty interesting (when Mum and Dad are paying for drinkies I rarely go for the tried-and-tested). When I got it next to the counter I noticed that it was XXXX, so I went "bleugh" and took it back to the shelf. Then I recalled that Jen had mentioned Moosehead a couple of days ago in her Blog, so I decided to get that.

I think I woke up before I got to say Hi. Sorry Fox, I wasn't being rude.