Ethan and I are trying to work out everyday and eat better and all that fun stuff. So what does this mean? Last night I dreamt about donuts. Donuts. I dreamt we were in line at a cafe, hungry, and Ethan ordered some string cheese and a diet coke and I wanted a donut. But I knew I couldn't have it, because it would ruin my diet.
That is sad, people. I can't even eat donuts in my dreams.
The same dream had me driving all over LA looking for my lost sunglasses and asking my brother to paint some wall art for me which he then needed help on.
I think sometimes the reason I don't wake up very easily in the morning is because my dreams aren't very far from my living reality. Except my brother wouldn't paint wall art for me. That was sorta weird.