What weekend? Friday night was my only "free" night, which I spent filling out baby shower invitations, eating Chinese food, and drinking beer at Jessica's house. After three drinks, I was ready to go home and go to bed at 10:30. Saturday and Sunday night I had to work at hell's kitchen, and I have another week of seventy-plus hours to look forward to. Yeaup, I'm living a dream...

I dreamt about Sam on Saturday night. Nothing unusual. I sold me soul to the devil, who looked disturbingly similar to Marilyn Manson a la Mechanical Animals, in order to bring Sam back. Manson left a tarantula the size of a basketball on my chest in order to "keep an eye on me." Sam managed to wrap my shirt around it and squish it, and we kissed. The kiss felt like it really happened...(sigh). Sometimes, Manson and tarantulas aside, I wish that I didn't have to wake up.