A wonderful dream.
OK. It wasn't actually "wonderful," more like "thought-provoking" or "slightly irritating."
The only part I remember is I was having a conversation with the Cheating Cheater and he said, "Do you think you made a mistake?" [referring to me breaking up with him, I suppose]
"Yes" was on the tip of my tongue, but, before I said it, I woke up and thought, "NO. It was you who made the mistake. Bastard." I fell back asleep quickly.
Mike and I went to see Pirates of the Carribbean (Carribean? Caribbean?) last night. It was good. Not so sure it was full-price $10 good though. I didn't like it as much as the first one. Mike said he liked it a little better. Eh ...
Then, we went to the store and back to his friend's condo (he's housesitting this week and next) for sandwiches and sleep.
This morning, I got to sleep in a bit because I didn't have to come to work until noon-ish. Mike dropped me off at Union Station on his way to work around 9. Very nice. I like these casual mornings. I made espresso/latte-like thing and cheesy toast for breakfast. After eating, I puttered around the house - ironing, cleaning a little, etc.
I'm meeting everyone for Happy Hour tonight after work. Yay. I'm still trying to convince Mike to join us. And that's pretty much it, for now.