From Barb -
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Cute British men
Last night I had one of those nights where I just kept having really weird dreams. The last one of which involved Colin Firth. We only hugged, but it was lovely--I felt very safe. It was a very fatherly-type embrace. Maybe I've just seen too many commercials for Mamma Mia!? Anyway, I woke up just completely disoriented. Like, stumbling around the apartment, as those drunk, disoriented. It was bizarre.
Can't complain about dreaming of Colin Firth, though.
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