Oh well, at least I didn't end up looking for Rosencrantz/Guildenstern. Yet, I mean.
I have been having a lot of weird dreams lately. Like, I cannot even articulate. I had one extended one about a murder on an Indian reservation. Then I had another one about zombies... but then we made the zombies nice, which meant that when people died they were turning into werewolves instead. Because, you know, it has to be something, right? And there were Pokemon. And stuff from Discworld and Futurama and Diogenes from the Pendergast series. And then today I had a dream where someone took a bunch of expensive stuff from me. Stuff I don't have in real life. OH and I had this one dream that there were spiders coming out of a vent in the wall and they were trained to kill when they heard the word "faggot." But see, I didn't know that the spiders were dream spiders, so I was sort of half awake and thought I was seeing spiders coming to get me and Rachel wasn't home so I was a bit scared. :(
As you can probably tell, I've run out of one of my meds and things have been a bit goofy.
David McCallum is way cute in The Great Escape and now I don't want to see him get shot. :( Actually, that whole movie is tremendously cute and I don't want to watch the second tape where it gets tremendously uncute. :(((