Just got up from a good, long nap.

I had a somewhat creepy dream. O_o The guy with the big nose from before dragged me to a circus and into a funhouse. I fell through this little hole in the ground and into an oubliette. And because I'm extremely claustrophobic, I started freaking the fuck out... until I realized that the oubliette was really a gigantic cloth bag. So I whipped out my ever-present toenail clippers and managed to stab through with the fingernail-cleaner-thingy. The guy with the big nose was all "Where the fuck did YOU go?" He seemed worried, and immediately dragged me out onto the highway so we could hitchhike out of there because we didn't think that circus had anything good in mind for us. Someone in a yellow old Volkswagen bug stopped and HOLY SHIT it was Jim Morrison. Still babbling his mystic one-liners and driving about as well as I do.

In other news:

I'd like to request any spare thoughts, prayers, and voodoo you have for my next-door neighbor, Brian. We're not totally sure what happened, but he's been in the neurological intensive care unit all day, and since he's pretty much My New Big Brother, we're panicking and hoping he gets better soon. Dad thinks it might be an aneurysm.

I hope he turns out okay. Though I don't like him all that much, he's getting to be kinda like an extra big brother... who happens to really enjoy blowing things up. And I'd like him to get better, because it must suck to be in the neurological ICU.