growing in the goo

While lounging in the living room tonight, E asked me if I had a dream last night in which I was a cheerleader. As far as I know, I hadn't, so I asked why.

Apparently I had been in bed for about a half hour, and E was in her room on her computer. She heard me yell (and she really emphasized the "yell" part):

"Give me a C! C! Give me an R! R! Give me a P! P!"

I'm accustomed to answering my own cheers, I guess.

Oh, and today I was in Bed, Bath & Beyond ("don't go in the 'beyond' section!"), and they were TOTALLY playing a breakup mix. The selection was quite laughable, in this it's so pathetic that it just cheers you up sort of way. I don't remember all of the songs (I was in there for a quite a while, though), but they played:

"Runaway Train" by Soul Asylum
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
I promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

"Everywhere" by Michelle Branch
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're, you're never there
But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere

"Aint it Funny" by J-Lo
Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
And I don't think that I could face it all again

"Superman" by Five for Fighting
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

and others that had messages like "This was a mistake," "I love you, Whhhhhyyyy?" and "I don't need you, scumbag." There was a catchy one that sounded like it was by Wilson Philips, but I can't remember anything else about it. I wonder if studies have shown that depressed people buy more household items? I definitely contemplated purchasing some random prints that I didn't need, but walked away, just in the nick of time, I suppose.

And speaking of the nick of time, I apparently entered McDonald's after some shit had gone down. There were seven police officers in there interviewing people, and some fine citizens were corralled in a corner. With booths, of course. But I didn't let a little crime get in the way of the first nuggets I've had in a while. They were delicious.