I get about 3 hours of sleep a night. I expect those hours to be blissful. Last night, the entire 3 hours was one extended nightmare. It went like this.
My friend BJ rented a house for a weekend-long party, and he didn’t invite me. A lot of my friends were there.
Somehow I stumbled onto the party, opened the door and discovered them all there partying and having fun without me. It sucked.
Then, from across the room, I saw Robert Pattinson. He was just chillin.’ I thought to myself: wow, my wife is gonna love this.
So I walked directly up to him and said something super polite, like “Hi, I’m Chris Herbert, I know this is totally presumptuous and you probably get this all the time, but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking a picture with me. My wife would get such a kick out of it.”
He exploded in anger. “You a$$hole! Can’t I just relax with my friends without some d-bag asking for my picture constantly?” Then he left the room.
My “friends” – who hadn’t invited me to their party in the first place – were pissed. I don’t remember what happened next, I think the disappointed looks on their faces is the last part of the dream that I remember.
Robert Pattinson replaced me. Awesome.
What does this mean?