Further to yesterday's post, it was Sean that suggested I post the joke. There you go buddy! :-)

I want to write this down before my memory of it degrades any further. I've already lost much of the substance of the dream I had last night so I'll commit what I do remember to the cyber world for posterity.

I went to Toronto for some reason. It had to do with business because I had on business clothes, and I took a laptop. I arrived by plane but the plane ride was not part of the dream. The first thing I remember was being in Toronto, in this very fancy terminal building. It looked more like an expensive bank lobby than an airport terminal. It was a long hallway, with a massive glass panelled canopy overhead. It was cloudy and dull out though, so it wasn't bright inside the building. The floor and walls were all of gleaming marble. Everything shone, and the marble was a kind of creamy/gold color.

The first order of business was securing a ride to wherever I was going. That was the thing though, I didn't know where I was going. I had a bunch of meetings and stuff that I had to attend, but that was for later in the week. I had today free, so I was going to do some of my own stuff. So, I wanted to go watch the Toronto Maple Leafs play. I hailed a cab and said, 'take me to the stadium' because I couldn't remember the name of the hockey arena in Toronto. (I remember now that its the Air Canada Center) So this taxi driver takes me all over the place, down streets, through markets, then stops in front of a building. I get out and wander through this building. Its not the arena I want, because the Toronto Blue Jays are practising behind some mesh in one part, the Toronto Argonauts are practising on the field in the Skydome and the hockey arena is just part of this massive complex. You can wander all the way through this building, but a series of glass panels take you in a corridor to the small amount of seating around the hockey ice. It turns out this is a minor hockey game, which is not what I want. But the exits from the hockey arena part are not to the street but a train platform for a train that never will arrive for me.

Cut to me in a hall of some kind. There are row upon row of tables set out, and hundreds of people are seated at these tables. I don't really take the time to study the crowd at first, but later on I realize that most of the people are middle aged to senior citizens. Why am I here? Kevin is doing the sound for the performances that take place awhile after I arrive at this place. Some guy, who actually sings pretty well, even if its not my type of music, is belting out a song as I flag Kevin down. I chat with him and see if he's free to tour Toronto with me. He can't go, because he has to do the sound for this event, and he's also responsible for the sound at other events in this festival thing that is going on in Toronto. But he can get me a ride to Toronto to see the sights I want to see. It turns out I'm not in Toronto at the moment but I'm actually in Markham, Ontario.

So I get in this taxi cab with a girl. It takes me a couple of minutes to realize its Amanda Marshall. She was performing in the show we just left but had been on before I arrived. She was going back to Toronto anyway so I'm tagging along. I mostly just sit there and listen to her because she talks, a lot. One of the nuggets of information I get out of this conversation is that, she has to drive this taxi cab to make enough money to pay her bills. Apparently being a Canadian artist does not pay as well as it should. Eventually we get back to Toronto and she takes me into this less densely packed area of the city, with lots of hills. We pull up to a hotel, and I get out. I think she came too, but I didn't see her anymore in the dream.

I'm back in that marble lobby again, only know its the shopping plaza lobby of the hotel. I meet my parents there, who I didn't expect to be in Toronto at this time. I also run into my aunt and uncle, who I again didn't expect to see in Toronto. My cousins are also there. We all have rooms in this hotel, and our rooms are on the 17th floor. The elevator system is kind of funny. You can only go up to the 15th floor on the first elevator, then you have to get out and switch elevators or take the stairs. I ride the elevator to the 15th floor, then walk up the stairs. But I don't get out on the 17th floor. I end up on the roof, along with all the family I just mentioned.

Somehow being on the roof only puts me three floors above the ground. I really don't understand this. There's a mugging, or some kind of rugby scrum going on, on the roof, and I stand for awhile watching this. Then I jump down from the roof, to ground level again, and drive away in a taxi. I circle the area trying to solve this conundrum of how I could go up 18 floors and be only 3 floors off the ground. The dream ends somewhere around this point, as I never satisfactorily figured out the mystery of the hotel.

My brain can concoct some weird stuff at times. And I didn't even eat anything weird last night! Toodles!

I apologize for no entry yesterday. Same goes for today. The SAME damn project is giving me hives. I'm less than thrilled. I'm too angry to come up with a witty entry. So, at someone's behest, I will post the raunchy joke I read this morning.

A waitress walks up to one of her tables in a New York City restaurant and notices that the three Japanese businessmen seated there are furiously masturbating.
She yells, "What the hell do you guys think you are doing?!"
One of the Japanese men explains, "Can't you see? We are all berry hungry!!!"
"So, how is wacking off in the middle of the restaurant going to help that situation?" asks the waitress.
One of the other Japanese men replies, "The menu say, FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED!!!"

Sorry for no entry yesterday. It was another crazy day. Today hasn't sized up as being a whole lot better. More chasing down answers to questions, getting new product information and specs, getting new pricing, and answering calls. I don't know if I've ever used the phone as much as I have in the past week and a half or so. It seems like every hour I'm either phoning someone, or being phoned by someone. Which is a source of frustration for me because I'm really not fond of using the phone. I've often tried to puzzle out where my dislike for the telephone comes from but I've never developed a satisfactory answer to the question. I usually just end up with a conclusion, 'I don't like phones' and I end up leaving it.

I had a joke for you, finally, from yesterday's batch of email. But then I never got around to doing an entry, and so I've lost the joke. :-( I really have to do a better job of staying on top of things. Disorganization is a major enemy for me right now. My usual method of planning, which is to throw stuff against the wall and go with whatever sticks for the longest, is not really saving the day. I'm losing ground on a lot of stuff I don't want to lose ground on. However, I'm among the world's worst at time management. I fart around way too much and usually end up having to make a herculean effort to right the ship. (See last week's endeavours.) I don't know, maybe now is the point where I make the leap to proper time management. I've considered using Microsoft Outlook as my e-mail program and consequently using the other features of the program. But I'm on so many different computers that this solution is problematic. What I really need is to get a PDA but, being the geek that I am, I want one that is WAY out of my price range. ...sigh... I'll probably just muddle through in my usual way.

As a final parting thought I will suggest to you all that you check out www.bored.com. I thought the virtual fireworks, and the story about the guy cashing one of those junk mail cheques, to be very entertaining.

Toodles!