Right. I was supposed to write an entry. Instead I've spent the time on looking for Kazaa Lite for a friend (honestly!) and discussing muslim cultural influences. The fun I have.

So no good update today. Which is sad because the no good update will be up all weekend. Too much airtime for a low quality product. And I even had something deep and serious and heartfelt to write about. But not enough time now. And I don't even know if I want to write it.

I'm an enigma wrapped in a puzzles slightly doused in mystery.

I had a weird dream last night. I can tell you about that. There were fishes in our toilet. Well not IN our toilet. They were sort of jumping out of it. And there was a baby crocodile. Odd. I guess there was a hole from our toilet and into some amazonian river. The bathroom was slowly flooding and fish were jumping out of the toilet and the baby crocodile was swimming around. Funny situation. At another point Christian was there. My old school pal from yesterday's entry. I always find it interesting when people or things you have just thought of turn up in your dreams. I wish I could find the key to that. Control what my subconsciousness wants to put in my dreams. "Okay, tonight: pies, Pamela Anderson and a million dollars". Things like that.

Dreams are magic.

Tonight: I'm Aragorn. Elisha Cuthbert is Arwen. And we live in the pancake house.

Huzzah.