Dreams:

For some reason I was in Germany. It sucked because I wished I understood what everyone is saying but I didn't. All I could make out was a "schpielt" once in a while. The place I was in seemed to be a series of widish hallways, sort of like at Memorial. I was near the end of this game. The end bosses were in a church that was off one of these hallways. I was trying to stab the pineapple eye with pencils. He was the penultimate boss. This business of trying to stab him with pencils reminded me of doing the same thing to an evil rat in a dream I had about a decade ago.

I started working on my what happened in 2006 entry. I start my research by looking through all my IM logs since last Christmas. And I wrote a Ruby script to help with that.

Mary's making me be her facebook friend again.

I have this feeling when I'm bored like I'm never quite 'at home'. I think it might come from me having spent so much time thinking about crazy unfamiliar things that when I stop, nothing is familiar any more.

Maybe I'll listen to some NIN. I haven't done that for a while.

And work on 871 some more.