Last Saturday night, I woke up to find my bed a shambles, and I asked ron Raines to come over and remake my bed. He did that on sunday afternoon while Dona and Charlotte were seeing SHREK. Then, on Sunday night, I woke around 2 am after dreaming I was wrestling with heavy fabric to find I'd torn the bed apart and thrown everything on the floor. When I told Ron on Monday what I'd done, he said that he'd had really bad dreams when he was on vicodin after his last surgery and I guess the vicodin was affecting me. I haven't torn the bed apart since.
I've spoken to Jose who's coming over later, and my friend Daniel called and asked me what I want him to bring me for dinner, so I guess I have company for dinner tonight. Maybe Mexican?
I'm ready for a nap.