There are ants crawling over one arm of my chair. D: Please leave, little friends--there is no food here.

I had a dream that I was traveling through the mountains with Mitch and Mr-Dark-Haired-Person last night. It was pretty cool. I love being in the mountains; there are few things more beautiful in nature than standing on top of a mountain and looking down below.

When we used to drive up to Ohio, we would cut through Virginia and West Virginia to get there. I would spend the car ride switching between:

"Dear Jesus Christ Almighty in Heaven, please don't let a drunken bus driver run into us from behind and send us plummeting several miles down the mountain and into a horrible fiery death. I'd rather die in my sleep. Thank you! Amen."

And

"This is so gorgeous. Good Lord. I wanna live here. No house or anything... I just wanna stay up on top of this rock looking down at creation."

Which is what I'd ultimately like to do.