i had one of those vivid dreams last night--the kind that you can't get rid of no matter how many times you wake up or subconciously try to change the subject:

NASA had decided to retire the beleaguered space shuttle program and revert back to the tried-and-true, 1960's vintage Saturn V/Apollo space program. the first launch went fine until nearly reaching orbit--some sort of malfunction caused the rocket's final stage and the service/command module to be stranded in a low-earth orbit.
it was all over the news, and people were praying and hoping like they did back in the '70's when Apollo 13 was nearly lost. NASA had lost contact with the astronauts and was desperately trying to save them. the cool thing was, you could see the ship in it's orbit at night in the sky (kinda like seeing the space station if you know where to look) and it looked pretty bad. i was watching it one night, and all the sudden i saw it flare up and disappear in a fiery decent into the atmosphere. it was gone. i knew the ship was lost. later on the news, NASA maintained it was still trying to regain radio contact with the ship. were they bullshitting the world, or what? were they really that clueless? was i the only one that saw it burn up in the atmosphere? it was then that i woke up.

it was a really creepy dream. the same feeling we all had when both shuttles blew up. like watching a school bus get hit by a freight train. yikes.

ok, readers, what's it mean? am i the only one in the world who knows what's going on? sounds good to me.
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i hate to be a bandwagon admirer, but britney spears has to be the world's most beautiful woman. without question. perfect perfect poifect! (couldn't find a pic from the toxic video--awww.)

i have post-nasal drip and a sore throat. it's making me coff. being sick sucks.