Sixty-Seven: Look, I am your father

This is getting really hard to keep track of now that school is keeping me up nights [bumper sticker idea: I was a whiney little bitch on ohfortheluvva.blogspot.com]. I don't know how the kids do it with the drinking and the fratting and what have you.

This means I have only bits and pieces again. I know I KNOW ... I suck

- I spent an entire dream driving around some desert town with Obi Wan Kenobi and Princess Leia. We were trying to find a safe spot for Leia to give birth -- and before you all (all of you all) start telling me that it was Princess other-one-Natalie-Portman-one, I'm going to tell you right now that it was Carrie Fisher, okay. Not the other one. Although it was Ewan McGregor and not Alec Guinness [not that I wouldn't dream about Alec Guinness, but more often than not I happen to dream about Ewan McGregor]. But I digress. So we're trying to avoid Darth Vader, who's literally about a block away every time we stop, but then I start thinking ... if this is Leia and he's her father, but he knows about the baby, but he died at the end of the Jedi thing ... then maybe this is Natalie Portman, except that if it is Darth Vader than he's the father and maybe he has every right to be there at the birth unless it is Leia, but then wouldn't Han Solo want to be there and not Obi Wan ... or maybe Chewie ...

I woke up needing aspirin.

- Last night I was spending time at a Venice, Italy resort with Claire and Sayid. Turns out everyone is rescued from the island and Oceanic Airlines has settled big with the survivors, so there's a lot of holiday spending money. When I enter the hotel lobby Claire and Sayid (who have hooked up ... don't know what happened to Shannon and Charlie ... unless they hooked up) are at the front desk asking for a room with a jacuzzi tub, champagne and a lobster dinner. (Come on, with the monster and the button pushing, Oceanic Air owes these people.) Sayid suggests a movie projector as well, but I'm not entirely sure what he intends to do with it.