to sleep perchance to dream...

ok, so......i clearly recall waking up in the middle of the night- to the sound of the cat clawing the carpeting.....and the first thing that popped into my head was a variation on an old song....'it's my friday and i'll cry if i want to'......this phrase had nothing to do with the dream sequence interrupted so rudely by the cat...it involved selling raffle tickets that i made myself with ms publisher and purchased card stock......it was the trying to figure out what the crying part meant that kept me briefly awake when the cat moved on with her mischief......who knows why the unconscious mind conjures up what it manages to conjure up....i may change my facebook sentiment to reflect the friday nature of menopause....sounds like the most plausible explanation.....