Some stupid dream in which Pat Yahn (sp?) hung out in this lecture hall in a messed up version of Boebel and when I left he would come up out of the floor and he was this creepy little kid with a twisty spine and it was gay (I'm not kidding. It was really gay and made me feel really uncomfortable. As in the creepy old guy that invited Fizz to go to his house). So this one day I tried to slip out the door before he noticed. And for some reason on this day the lecture hall was on the second floor of a screwed up version of Otts in which there was a big lobby in the front with escalators. So I was running down the hall and slid down the escalator and got out of there. And walking up to Ulrich I was looking at a model Joh had sent me of a spaceship he was designing for a game. It didn't make any sense because everything fell to the bottom of the ship as if there was gravity pulling it.

There was another part where I was running to church. Not my chuch. Someone else's. And I was thinking u how I was running. And then I was walking.

Today just worked on TRGnomoradio more. Went for a little run, but my foot hurts so I didn't go too far. Spring break was lame because Fizz in California and I had too much crap to do. And I need to get more fillings in June or so. Darn teeth. Now I make backups of stuff.