Last night's dream was a body-snatcher affair that has something to do with getting infected through terrible music. Terrible music like Green Day. Was extra terrified for some reason that the cat would get infected. Kept the parents and the cat at arms length at all times. Unfortunately had to see devolutionary get snatched; we had to shoot him. It sucked. Then the cat woke me up by batting me directly on the nose.
Finished up Goldmine class; everything about administrating Goldmine seems incredibly straightforward. Back next week for Crystal Reports, which is bound to be infinitely less straightforward.
Friday my uncle wants me to think of hip places (in DC, specifically) to go for dinner, and hip places to go afterwards. I am utterly bereft. I never go into DC anymore! Nerves already on overdrive.