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lurk it, baybee
12/23/2005 = 04:28 PM

Today is No-Lurk Friday. If you usually lurk without commenting, just at least say hi, unless you've already pissed me off and know I don't want you reading this, in which case, stop with the lurking here and go where your lurkitude will be better appreciated.

I dreamt that I was stuck in the airport during a snowstorm. I took off my boots and slept curled up on a row of chairs with my coat over me. I woke up and my left boot was missing.

I looked everywhere, and finally found a department called "Left Boots," but I wasn't sure if they meant, as in, "Left Luggage" (called "Lost Luggage" or "Lost and Found" in the U.S.) or "left boots" as in, for the left foot.

It turned out to be a rather poorly lit closet with a boxful of loose boots. I rummaged through and found my boot and put it on.

I was walking back to where I'd been earlier, and noticed that the boot I'd found was not only not actually the mate to mine at all, it was for the right foot, so it looked like I had two right feet. Sort of the opposite of Eugene Levy in Best in Show.

I said, to no one in particular, Maybe now I can finally dance.

I was sufficiently amused by myself (this happens in awake-time too) that I laughed, but I laughed hard enough that I woke up still laughing.

drinking: hennepin
listening to: Beach Boys, When I Grow Up (To Be a Man)
number of queries pitched today: two. i'm getting there