Home Sick = Long Post

Home sick today, and while my limp body is too tired to move, my mind is still very much on warp speed. Let's catch everyone up:

I'm starting to think there's some Criss Angel mind-freak stuff regarding my dreams. As you all know, the American Idol Season 1 Runner-Up was in a recent dream I had. In the same dream, I was a firefighter and picked up ice cream. Well - that very same day I was assigned a segment on the American Idol business phenomenon - and how companies are branding products to be in sync with the show. Guess what company we had on? Dreyer's/Edy's Slow Churned ice cream. Apparently, ice cream has gotten on the Idol bandwagon; They have flavors like Orange-Inal, Cookies 'N Dreamz, etc... So the American Idol and ice cream aspects of my dream the night before were realized. When it comes to the firefighting aspect - I got home that night, and my super had given us new fire safety plans. MIND-FREAK!

I've been out with this dude a couple of times in the last 2 weeks. The pace which I guess we are seeing each other is pretty comfortable. The problem is that during the in-between time when we're not seeing each other, he'll sometimes text me. His favorite thing to text me? ";)" - yep, that'll be it - a smiley faced wink. The first time I got it I thought it was sweet - like, "that's nice, he's thinking of me." The problem is that when I respond via text to his wink - he doesn't get back to me. So then I'm not sure if his cell's in a dead zone or what. So, I guess I find myself in a spot of thinking, "What does the wink mean?" - Thinking of me and that's that? Spurring Text Dialogue? Drunk text? Furthermore, I don't even know this dude's preferred means of communication. Is he just a text man? Or is he an email guy? Maybe he's just winking up a storm to a whole host of chicks in his cell, and responds to the first one to write him back! These are just some of the minutia that can drive NYC women MAD. If I get another smiley face wink on text from this dude, I think I'll throw my phone at the first guy I see. I hate these stupid dating dances. Are we even dating? I don't think so. I have no idea. I have to end it.

Speaking of - This guy came from a Craigslist ad I put up for a movie date one night. I simply wanted to see a movie with someone, and none of my girlfriends would go to "Sweeney Todd" with me. The solo movie trip is also getting pretty old. So I made a post, put it under Women Seeking Men - and within 30 minutes, had like 60 responses. Most of them were perverted responses, yes - but many others seemed like normal enough guys. One never really knows until meeting up, right? I'm currently weeding through the prospectives.

Man - I need some furniture. I had a gentleman-caller over the other night, and I was like, "Would you like to sit on the photograph boxes, or a step stool?" It's just that I'm not seeing anything good or unique - at antique stores or the big stores. I can't yet bring myself to go Scandi and hit IKEA. Plus, I can never put together anything anyway - so the whole assembly thing would be a nightmare. Anyone know of some good places - I'm thinking like warehousey places - to go? There's gotta be something in Brooklyn.

It's only Wednesday, but feels like it should be Friday - but if it were, I'd have to work through the weekend, because in fact - it's only Wednesday. Anyone else feel like this week is just dragging to a halt?