It's finally Saturday and I finally got a nice long night's sleep. My dad's asking me to go with him for my brother's RI investiture, but all I want to do is stay at home and stone. And, well, take the opportunity to watch QAF. Brian is so fucking hot.

I had weird dreams last night, which I cannot really recall now. There was one part where I was walking with two people in a place that looked a bit like the RJ concourse, and one of them told me that Britney Spears had died of cancer. I somehow found it quite sad. It was probably inspired by the whole Anita Mui thing/my immense hatred for Britney Spears, and the Britney Spears Nonis thing last night. And I just finished reading the Life section, only to find out that Britney Spears just got married as a joke?! Why doesn't anyone tell me anything. I don't use the computer for a week, and Britney is married? And when I came back from India, everyone except me seemed to know that Gwyneth Paltrow was pregnant and married? Even my mom had already read it in the papers in India. Kinda funny that in my dreams Britney was dead and in real life she's married and divorced as well, all of a sudden. These kinda people are completely nuts.

Some Chinese guy called my number and asked if I'd eaten. He must be terribly embarrassed.