Pina colada...caught in rain...not into yoga...I have half a brain.

That damn song. Will. Not. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.

I had the craziest dream last night. I have a bad habit of dreaming about the Houston roadways. For example: I was supposed to go to Star Pizza with some ex-co-workers of mine (in my dream)...and I was driving one of those Smart Cars...(wtf?) and sitting in I-10 traffic, then trying to remember WHERE Star was. It then starts raining on me, and just like on a roller coaster ride when you're at the top, slowly about to shoot down, well, I shoot down faster than hell and I'm riding I-10 in my Smart Car, steering, flying, rolling....and after about 10 min. of this, I stop abruptly. I wake up. 

Help? what the hell?

I hate dreams like that.

I wish, sometimes, I didn't dream.