The aftermath of the small and girly birthday dinner

It must be true - your body grows older with or without your acknowledgement.

After a measly couple of beers and a glass of plum wine with my dinner last night, I had the most bizarre dream ever. Something about M. living on a different planet and me living on another, and I had to fly to see him (I was wearing a white cape, white boots and a purple dress). M. couldn't fly to see me - he had to take the space train. But I could drop him back at his planet before flying off to mine (M: "How come I couldn't fly?" Me: "Well, it's my dream"). We shared a chocolate cake before I dropped him off, though.

Time to stop drinking. Or watching the Power Puff Girls.