Analysis Please

So last night I had a strange dream. I was at Stephen Harper's house having a discussion about Canadian politics. His wife was out of the house for some reason. The weird thing was (well, weirder than the premise of the dream itself), we were talking on his bed, lying on our stomachs with our legs bent at the knee, feet crossed at the ankles. It appeared as though we were two girlfriends chatting about boys we liked at school, rather than having a serious discussion about Afghanistan. I distinctly remember a frilled dust ruffle.

Suddenly, the phone in his office rang and he had to dash. While I had a chance, I decided to do some snooping. Past several other offices and a spare bedroom, I discovered a massive bathroom. He had a bathtub that was the size of an entire room that was lined with bubble jets. As I turned back at his direction to give him a judgmental look I woke up.

Thoughts?

Living on Video

No, I'm not referring to the greatest Canadian song of the 80's by Trans X. My most recent homework assignment is to tape 15 minutes of an initial interview with a client [role played by a student] and write an essay based on the tape.

I'm sure we all cringe when watching ourselves on video, but imagine that PLUS looking nervous and confused while trying to do something you don't know how to do without losing your shit. A few things I've never noticed before:

1. I blink furiously when nervous.
2. I have the worst posture I've ever seen [Mr. Burns meets a dishrag].
3. I use my hands waaay too much.
4. My face always looks bored. Meaning, I don't have a bored expression on my face, my FACE just always looks BORED. I have a bored face.
5. I see a resemblance between myself and my niece [that's not a bad thing, I'm just saying].