I woke up last night somewhere around 3 a.m. with a purring cat on my chest. Half awake, I padded to the bathroom for a middle-of-the-night pee and marveled at how much the sound of my slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor mirrored the sound my mother makes when she does her own late-night slipper shuffle. Another begrudged tick on the "how I'm like my mother" list. After I had curled back into bed and the aforementioned cat had once again cozied himself against my body (much to my contentment), my mind started wandering - half awake and half in dreamland.
This is a normal occurrence for me - these late night, somewhat insomniatic fantasies. Last night I imagined that I was on the game show Deal or No Deal. This isn't a dream I'm telling you about, lest you think I'm one of those annoying people who thinks anyone is interested in her dreams (I know that the only time anyone wants to hear about someone else's dreams is when it's about them, or there's naked people involved), but what I'm speaking of are more like daydreams,with some misfiring neurons due to recent REM sleep thrown in for good measure.
Anyway, Deal or No Deal. I was wearing my yellow blouse with the ruffled bib and a high waisted skirt in navy blue. I looked adorable, and my family and friends cheered me on from the audience as I had to decide between the remaining two suitcases, one containing a million dollars or something (the number kept changing) and the other a paltry amount. I don't remember what I chose, but I fell asleep thinking that first thing in the morning, I needed to figure out how to register to be a contestant on this game show.
When I got to work this morning I remember that there had been something I wanted to do. What was it??? I knew I had to finish watching this week's episode of The Biggest Loser (a show I just started watching and am totally enthralled with) and that it had been painfully long since I posted a blog entry, a thought which came with the familiar overwhelming guilt I've come so accustomed to in my writing career...but there was something else. Oh yes! I wanted to...sign up...for...Deal or No Deal??? What the fuck? I've watched that show like twice in my entire life, and why the hell would I even get on it if I had the patience to register myself for it?!
Anyway, the point of this story is that they're not casting for Deal or No Deal right now, so I'll have to think of another way to become rich and fulfill my middle of the night fantasies. Or I could just gain 200 pounds and get on The Biggest Loser. Man that's a good show.
What's your most random fantasy?
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Sometimes I fantasize about The Biggest Loser doing some sort of skinny fat edition. I don't really need to lose any weight, but I'm so out of shape. Sadly, I don't think the transformations would make for very good ratings.
HOORAY! someone else with a wardrobe like me!
Oh, God, one of the times I was in France, I watched the Italian version of DOND on the RAI. I was flipping for three hours or something, doing a long bath, coming back to the teevee -- there was nothing else, nothing other than equally interminable circle-jerk talk shows. Horrible.
As bad as the American version is, imagine it drawn out to three friggin' hours, every night.
TAKE THE MONEY PEOPLE ITS NOT LIKE YOURE GOING TO EARN MORE THAN THAT TODAY ANYWAY
My stepmom tried to get on that show--sent in a video (which I had to be in!) and everything. She never got a call back, most likely because she's...not telegenic. Also, she is a bitch.
Been reading your blog for a bit now, and decided to leave a lil comment. I think it was the navy/yellow combination. I remember when I quit my job up in SF back in 2001, I got super obsessed with waking up before ten to ensure I would not miss The Price is Right. Those were the days.
I don't know if it's entirely random, but sometimes I find myself enumerating the things I would do if the Green Lantern ring I wear on my right hand suddenly began to function. I have it planned out in more detail than I'm strictly comfortable with.
Just wanted to remind you that biggest loser is on tonight.
Do you watch House at all? On the first episode this year, he was eating ice cream while watching a Biggest Loser marathon on TV. He said to his friend "I'd like to think they could see me eating this (holds up a pint of ice cream)."
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