vivid dreams

Last weekend I watched about 75% of "The Stand" on TV. Not only was it a creepy movie, but EVERY time they cut to commercial, they showed that guy's dying mother sitting up suddenly, and that one guy morphing into the devil, and then a five-second ad for some new Stephen King thing they're showing later that night.

It was kind of creepy. Certain parts echoed in my mind a bit.

Then last night I had a dream that everyone on the planet was dying off or disappearing. Except me. I don't quite remember how it happened...

All I can remember is that I gradually learned that the survival rate was about 5%, and not the two-people-per-city sort of thing. I found out that my entire family had survived, and we were all at my grandparents' house. I found a lot of people still on the Internet. At that point it was actually kind of cool. Then I turned on the TV to see which TV stations were still airing, and CNN was being anchored by some marketing manager who had no idea what he was doing, and was trying to talk about Death Row inmates or something totally other than all the disappearing people. The phone still worked.

It got tot he point where, when I woke up, I wanted to turn on the TV just to confirm that this hadn't really happened, but not so much that I was willing to get out of my comfy bed.

My hands no longer itch.

This cortizone cream is great.

Usually when I go to the dermatologist, and tell them my hands are all red and itchy, they give me 50 teeny sample tubes of some random cream. I don't know what they're called because the tubes are too tiny to read as a casual effort. At first, they're great as long as I remember to use it, but after I've cured it, I forget to use it, and then when it flares up again I can't find any of the tiny little tubes that actually work.

Turns out Cort-Aid actually works, and it comes in a giant tube I can actually read, and find, and when I run out, I don't have to get a prescription to get more -- or worse, have the dermatologist give me another fifty sample tubes.

I also have to remember to ALWAYS wear gloves when doing the dishes, and to sometimes wear them when handling peppers and tomatoes too.

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In someone else's post, I posed the question: Who is the oldest celebrity you still consider "doable"?

Turns out in Japan, older women are the new fad in brothels. Uhh... no thanks.