"I hate Monday, will it ever end!"
"Yahoo! It's Tuesday!"
"Hump Day! Thank goodness!!"
"Wow! Is tomorrow Friday already???"
"I thought Friday would never get here!"
Every. single. week.
So, I stay up late, almost every single Sunday, trying to get the most out of my weekend. And late last night I watched The Next Iron Chef. I went to bed just after midnight. I dream every night, all night long (I think - - dreams are weird like that). Most of my dreams are pretty entertaining, and I enjoy them. However, I never talk in my sleep. Until last night. And it was just two words. I remember saying these words, although I can't remember why I said them. Just two words. And I said them loudly, waking both myself and the dog up. Animal Vermin. That's what I said. Animal Vermin. Hmmmmm.