March 18

Today, I dreamed a dream that I was at a restaurant (like, somewhere fancy, at an outside table... a la an Italian bistro - as in, in Italy) and a ridiculously good looking man of Middle Eastern descent - who was also a doctor - was totally hitting on me.

It was a good dream.

I woke up and laughed to myself that I am now officially dreaming about doctors trying to pick me up. Also, I thought to myself, "What is up with my recent obsession with men of Middle Eastern descent?".

And then I remembered.

Uhhhh.... Maybe I've mentioned this guy before:



Oh, right. Him, too:



So, maybe my crushing on dark and mysterious men (who have accents) isn't such a new thing, after all. But hey, at least my new Middle Eastern boyfriends aren't torturers or mutants. (Not that I minded that Sayid had been a torturer. It was soooo part of his charm, actually.)

Now, to figure out a way to get myself to an outdoor table in Italy so I can meet that dreamy doctor. Or maybe I should start milking this cancer for all it's worth and schedule a follow-up with Dr. H. ... Tomato/tomahto.