Well, I did have another dream last night, but then I was woken up by a strange noise. Sounded vaguely like... someone trying to scratch through the wall of my room. Except it was on the side of my room upon the other side of which wall there is nothing. Or maybe through the ceiling. But I'm on the top floor.

Very bizarre.

And it drove the dream right out of my head. I know I had one. I know it was odd enough to rate a mention in my ongoing saga of bizarre subconsciousness, but it's gone now. How sad.

Meanwhile, our chapter of Starcraft players was reconvened last night, after a delay incurred by the fact that my Brood Wars CD had died a horrible, painful, lingering death. We haven't played in ages, however, and it was more really by luck than good management that we were able to win. Either that, or we're just Starcraft gods. The boys would probably go with the latter. I'll go with the former. I don't have anything to prove.

Today I have off. This is an unprecedented opportunity to get some work on my essays done. However, I shall probably just waste it. Stupid me.