I had a dream that the Who-bus broke down in front of a local gas station. The occupants came out and started messing around in the parking lot. (I get the feeling that if this really happened, they wouldn't come out and play for everyone gathered around. I get the feeling that Mr Townshend would have to choke a bitch.) But being the nerdy little fangirl I am, I sat down and stared at them the entire time, making squealy little fangirl noises. Everybody else came and went after awhile, but I just sat and stared joyously.

Then I got on my laptop and wrote about the incident. Roger kept leaning over my shoulder and reading aloud. The other members of the band laughed uproariously at it. Gave me the warm fuzzies, it did.

Ufufufufufufufufu~

I am the Queen of Nerds. Nobody can outgeek me. Not even in my dreams. Damn, man.

In other news, we went to Cracker Barrel. I freaking hate Cracker Barrel, especially on summer Saturdays. They're at their most crowded that way. Full of screaming children. And it took for-bloody-ever to get our food. Bah! Bah, I say!

I was gonna go get my haircut, but the last time I went to the place that Karen's going, it took FOUR FUCKING HOURS. It should not take better than 30 minutes for a simple cut. "I want it cut to chin-length. 'Kay? 'Kay." Shit, Dad could cut it in five. Drunk. To this day, I have no idea what took so long; I mostly stood around at the crane machine, and blew about $30 trying to get a stuffed bunny.

Just to kill time.

It's a pity; they're going to Books-a-Million afterward, and I've wanted to go to the bookstore. Maybe I'll ask Dad if I can get something off Teh Intarwebz.