Spam, and not the 'meat' kind

Today while I was checking my email account, I was excited to discover that there were two new messages. Two whole messages, just for me! I looked at them, and they were both Spam. In fact, they were both the same Spam. The first was from somebody Hewitt whose email address looked familiar. I thought the other one might have been from Donald (he might go by 'Juan Bennett"...). No such luck. My computer is probably being eaten by worms.

I had a very odd dream last night. All I remember about it was that I was singing 'Rosas' with some guy (who might have been Rafael Nadal) in a dimly lit airport waiting room-place. I like that song. I don't like airports much, though.

Any time I see Chris from work with his Mercedes shirt on, I now giggle. Chris has a Mercedes-Benz car, of which he is very proud, and a polo shirt that says 'Mercedes-Benz America' where mine would say 'Lacoste'. Anyway, each time lo veo, pienso en Rafael, el choque, y how his parents will never let him drive the Mercedes. At least not if he keeps on totalling Kias.