I love all this glorious rain. It rained almost all day yesterday and it's still raining this morning. Oh it is beautiful, loverly, and flat out wondermous.

But I think the rain makes my dreams go all weird...
Day before yesterday I dreamed about sliding down some mysterious ramps in the BYU library--which somehow had sprouted a massive 64 floors just to maintain the said slide...and I pressed all the buttons in the elevator only to get out and slide some more...
Yesterday I dreamed about Mastah getting married, and it was so sudden that she was starting to have second thoughts--which made me happy...until she made up her mind to go ahead and marry anyway in less than a week--which didn't make me quite so happy...
Then last night I dreamed I wanted to wear a good ole Scottish kilt...and I saw nothing wrong in the desire thereof...but the hamburger man double charged me on my debit card for the french fries I ordered and I never got to finish my frosty.

Not once in any of these dreams did I kill a spider or undead creature or fly. Such an odd deviation...

other than that, I honestly don't have all that much to say about my life. Since I don't have a job, unless you count my fantasy creature encyclopedia...and I don't have a social life...unless you count the thousands of hits from mysterious internet users...and I don't really feel like changing it.