Barb’s Burblings

Last night I had one of those nights where I just kept having really weird dreams. The last one of which involved Colin Firth. We only hugged, but it was lovely–I felt very safe. It was a very fatherly-type embrace. Maybe I’ve just seen too many commercials for Mamma Mia!? Anyway, I woke up just completely disoriented. Like, stumbling around the apartment, as those drunk, disoriented. It was bizarre.
Can’t complain about dreaming of Colin Firth, though.
On an unrelated note, I hate Sarah Parish. She got to make out with Damian Lewis in the Much Ado About Nothing remaked AND she got to make out with David Tennant in Viva Blackpool.