I had a weird dream last night. I was in India, walking about in Delhi, not worrying that I didn't speak the language, because, hey, I majored in Spanish. Anyway, I was walking about and realized I was only in a t-shirt and knickers. So I thought I should stop at that shop and buy some jeans. Yeah, the Indian Imports store that in always going out of business only to reopen. So I walk in and Bonnie who runs the store is there and greets me, then I start to realize it's a dream, and I wake up, and I start telling David (that's him in my icon) about the dream and how very strange it was that it took me so long to realize I was dreaming. He looks at me and says in that beautiful heart-melting brogue that I should have probably realized the same thing about this dream. I reply, "Dammit, David, I didn't even get to snog you. :( " Then I woke up. Weird how one can speak emoticons like that in a dream. :P It was very disconcerting, but I'm feeling much better now.
I forgot to take my meds for a couple of days while I was dying a deadly death (but I'm feeling much better now), so when I watched DW: "The Fires of Pompeii," I was bawling during parts. I watched the Confidential, too. Wow, they went through a lot to put that epi together.
I have feet of work to get caught up on, but I'm taking a short break. I was listening to DW audio adventures, but I've run out, so I'm listening to sassylidge's 2CD mix (which I put on shuffle and start with the Daft Punk).
Anyway, to the subject of my post, the last one I listened to was set in Uzbekistan. Every time I heard the country or the people mentioned, all I could think was, "Uzbeks drank my battery fluid!!" Thanks a lot, sacramentalist. I know you aim to please, but perhaps you should get your specs Rx checked. ;P