I had a dream last night that I was raising two children - and these children weren't so much children as they were demons! They were such terrors. I couldn't believe it. 

Thankfully, it was a dream. 

I like to think that if I have children, they will be both extremely cute and extraordinarily well-behaved. But one can never know for certain. Having kids is a big roll of the dice. You just hope you land on sixes (or whatever is the good number in dice rolling). 

Anyway, the real reason for this post (aside from my nightmarish children I dreamt about last night) is this article I read awhile back about having kids. Click on the baby to be redirected. 

So - I just don't know if I want kids. I know for certain that I am in no place financially to have them soon. There's obviously part of me that wants a family - I want to have kids and share in the joys and pains of raising them with a partner. But on the other hand, part of me just wants to have a partner - and travel and maybe raise dogs - and not worry about daycares and money for college (which, I'm still paying off for myself - btw). 

So that's a big up-in-the-air question. And I know that for some people, it's a deal-breaker. You either want kids or you don't. But for me for right now - I'm still debating this one. And I that's also why I didn't include it in this site's criteria (I know that some online dating sights have it in their filtered searches) - but to me, I'm open to dating a guy who wants kids and a guy who doesn't. And I guess it would be something we'd have to discuss and figure out as we got to know each other. 

I'm hoping it's just the fact that it's windy today - but my throat is scratchy and I feel run-down. Maybe it's just allergies? In any case, I'm not happy about it.

Also, I had a dream that I was playing the piano for church - and I was really good. Don't get me wrong, I play the piano - but not that well. So I woke up this morning and all I want to do is play the piano. But, I guess I'll go to work. Rent is due soon and all. 

And with that in mind, I'll drive to work wailing Destiny's Child's "Bills, Bills, Bills."

I'm trying to grow my hair out for GMCLA's 80's show this summer (it's the second weekend in July, you should save the date). Basically, I want to have a totally awesome, totally 80’s hairdo by the last week of June. So I’m letting it all grow out without cutting it (at all) until I figure out what to do with it – but it’s seriously driving me nuts.

I had a dream last night that I suffered some fit of anguish and rage and cut off all my hair – and had to buy a wig.

The entire dream was just a montage of me shopping in various wig stores.

If that’s not the first sign of some form of delirium, I’m not sure what is.

I guess the big question with the hair is this: Would I rather have an authentic 80’s hairstyle for the 80’s show – or – feel confident about my appearance when I approach and/or talk to guys who may be in The 122?

If I can answer that question, I might be able to literally sleep at night. 

So I had a crazy dream last night that this guy was shooting me with radioactive paintballs. So not only did it hurt that I was getting hit with paintballs, but they were also radioactive... I'm not sure what that means.

In other news - I hate wearing shoes. Hate it. But I have a meeting today with an HR Rep from another company to discuss HR-y things, and even though we're both in the entertainment industry, wearing flip flops is less than professional. 

Score one for Delaware! We'll see what happens with that. (I tried to put a link in here, but it didn't really work - so just do a quick Google search for Delaware Civil Unions.) 

Happy Birthday Anita! I can't wait for tacos at lunch! And then I'll go to the gym tonight to work out... HAHAHAHAHAHA!