I read that Pat Boone made a record of a bunch of metal covers, and one of them was Enter Sandman. O_____o And Holy Diver.

I lol'd.

Then again, stranger things have happened. Like the Monkees hanging out with Jimi Hendrix. Or Elton John being in Tommy at all (no matter how many times I see it, it still cracks me the hell up to see him at that piano... pinball machine thing).

I once had a dream that Jesus helped me hitchhike to Myrtle Beach. We slept behind Risen Christ Lutheran (a real church in North Myrtle Beach, a few doors down from where we usually stay), chatted with Linus and Erik (that's what I call those two foreign guys who run Musical and Comedy Corner, but I have no idea what their real names are), and started the motherfuckin' love revolution. :D That would be cool. D'ya think it was a sign?

But until the J-man pops out of his nice little cloud cottage and visits me, I suppose I'm on my own in starting the love revolution. XP

Most of my dreams revolve around hitchhiking. They have for a few years, even before I got interested in it. Perhaps it was a sign? Let's hope that I eventually make those friends in real life! And let's hope I avoid those mutant talking lobsters who seem to follow me around in my dreams. XP

I think the problem with my tooth is that I'm drinking ice-cold water. Which is a good thing. But I'm sipping it from the front, meaning the cold comes RIGHT UP AGAINST my tooth, which is Not a Good Thing. I often have to drink out of a straw so my mouth doesn't end up in pain. *nod* It was getting better, though, and I didn't have to drink out them so much; I wonder what happened nyan?

I hope it doesn't storm for the next week like the weather forecast says it's supposed to. I'm about to go mad nyan! I need to get out of here and see the world before it's all paved over!