It floors me how full of bullshit people on Tribe can be. Of course, not just Tribe.net, but all over, really. First person spouts off bullshit, second person spouts bullshit about how wrong the first person was, first person continues bullshit by claiming they were joking or that they are entitled to their opinion (is bullshit considered an opinion?) and etc.

Anyway, I've been sick with a pretty bad cold - or a flu or TB or something - since last week. I had a job interview today and forced myself to go even though I was afraid of not getting the job - but I did, and that's awesome.

I usually have crazy dreams when I'm sick with a fever. Usually about colored blobs or balloons or something. This has happened since I was a kid. Sick with the Chicken Pox, I dreamt of giant black balloons all around me that kept expanding until they exploded. This week, I've been having dreams about purple and white blobs following me around and stuff.. <shrug>

I had a cool dream the other night. I don't distinctly remember the first part, but I remember meeting a asian man that lived in a house that appeared to be various quilts and rugs and things sewn together. He showed me one of those folding fans that had a long handle on the end and a bird pattern on it. He told me he could make it fly and traded me that one for another fan that was sorta shaped like a big cloth spoon. He climbed atop his bequilted dwelling and threw the fan like a boomerang and as I watched it, I thought, "Wow, that things gone," when all of a sudden, the wind kicked up and the fan appeared to break in half - and then it fluttered like a bird into the man's hands.

He was getting ready to throw it a second time, when there was a particularly powerful burst of wind that sucked my fan out of my hands - and the asian guy's as well.. I heard him say "Oops, I dropped my cell phone." (?) The guy had this pond in front of his house full of fish that looked like... saw blades and I could see his cell phone at the bottom but I was like, "Uhhm.. are this fish dangerous?" Safely assuming that they were, I looked up and out in the street I could see his bird-patterned flying-fan in the street next to a book with the asian guy's face on it. As to what the book was, I guess I'll never know, because I woke up before I got to it.