The Most Important Meal of the Day

I don't eat it.

Ok, correction. I RARELY eat it. Only if I'm starving, or if there's free food in the office. I'm a sucker for free food.

Anyhow. I don't care what nutritionists say - when I DO eat breakfast, I am hungrier ALL DAY. I know this contradicts every scientific study, but I kind of think there might be some kind of bunk science going on. Kind of like when they used to make a huge deal about 'whatever you do, don't wake a sleepwalker!' until some doctor came on and said that, surprise, there really is no serious danger or negative side effects to waking a sleepwalker.

That, or maybe I am a scientific anomoly. Or, maybe the scientists are lying, because they don't want people to be discouraged from eating breakfast because they're all weight/calorie conscious. I don't know. My main reason for not eating it is mostly because I am just not hungry in the morning, and by the time I actually start to get hungry, it's almost lunch time.

Anyhow, I'm sure this was a post my readers care greatly about. There you go!

Dream....

So I'm SURE my blogging audience LOVES hearing my dream analyses (probably as much as you all enjoy the Dianetics posts). I feel like I go through spurts of having dreams constantly, then not having them for a while. I know the 'sleep experts' would say I always have dreams but just don't always remember them. Well then, I suppose I go through spurts of remembering dreams.

(Sidenote: How does one get into the field of 'sleep expert'?)

Anyhow. So I've had the recurring dreams about being back in college that came suddenly, frequently and out of the blue. Well, this past night, I think I regressed even further - yep, I was back in high school. Only, I was the same age I am now. My appropriate peers were there as well. It was the first day of school and I was there to resolve some unfinished business, so it seemed, only, to this moment, I'm not sure what (I am TRYING my hardest to remember this dream more clearly, although as time goes by, naturally the memory becomes less vivid). I believe I was trying to hunt down a parking pass, although this may have just been because it was the first day of school. I distinctly remember someone I do not like showing up multiple times, although I'm not sure of why on this, either. That, and every time the snooze alarm rang, I thought it was the bell to change class periods. I overslept because I was so intently in this dream - I feel like I must have had it for a reason and there must be some important takeaway message, although I can't make heads or tails of it.

I just hope next dream I am not in junior high or elementary school. Sigh. I imagine this dream was also the first of a series, on which I guess, time will only tell.

Do You? I Do.

At this time of blogger's block, I recall an old conversation with my roommate.  It was on the subject of the school of thought that, if you're single and want to be dating someone, you should do things such as sleep on one side of the bed instead of in the middle to make room for another person in your life ('The Secret" presents this school of thought, although it didn't originate it.)

I went on to say that I already sleep on one side of the bed; well, I have to, because the stuffed animals take up the other side.  

I am curious to hear "The Secret" and others of this view's thoughts on this and how it might affect my dating life.  

Yes, I sleep with a stuffed animal.  Well, a couple.  Primarily, Heimlich of "A Bug's Life" (see above).   I do believe I'm the only adult who does so, but I don't care.  Does anyone else?  Thoughts?