I am home for thanksgiving. Dad's been talking about this crazy new coal-based fuel cell thingy, which looks pretty neat.

Ummm... Last night I went upstairs and it seems that Dad had bought a new copy of Guardian Legend. He had gotten through a couple levels (1 and 11), and I started playing and got through 16 (but not 6).

After working on Narg 4 for a while, I had some dreams:

Ummm... I was with some people and we were caught up in some kind of drug-smuggling thing. This guy on charge was known to report people to the police, and so we were trying to report him. We were running away. This one guy had a big needly syringe for an arm. We dumped all our drug stuff by Sub-Zero. Then we were running down Reetz road, and I was trying to think of somewhere to hide. The guy wanted to go in my parent's house, but I didn't want to do that. Then the po-pos came over with a helicopter and caught us. They were really jerks.

And then it turned into this thing where I was discussing the inns in LotW, the graphics for which were all made by funny old ladies with names like "Kithy". Then I realized that that didn't make any sense.