Just In Time For The End...

Hey there, all...

I *finally* made it home last night, and got a bit of writing done. Mostly stuff for Boomer Express and ??Salvation??, but even still it wasn't near the amount of stuff I *wanted* to get done.

The roommate and I got along really well yesterday, despite my fears. Maybe part of it was the fact that we had a full living room for the first time in a long time, but even still...he invited me out to Pete's with him and the rest of the crew, but I had to focus on my writing. I'm beginning to feel guilty if I'm not writing with my free time.

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Hey there, all...

So today I dragged delphinios out of the warm recesses of his bed, and into his truck to drive me to work. I hate doing that. He told me that I woke him up from the most bizarre dream he's ever had, and when he told it to me, I couldn't stop laughing. I should have conversations with my subconscious a lot more often.

He asked for gas to comp the drive into town, which I readily agreed to. I ended up paying for a pack of butterscotch Zingers (sweetened lard, yum!), two packs of lemon sandwich cookies and $5 in gas. When we walked back to his truck, to what do my wondering eyes do appear but a twenty-dollar bill, driven over but still recognizable. Yay me!

Moral of the story: Saving people from bizarre dreams is a potentially lucrative business. The Universe will thank you.