This blogging thing is really getting into my nerves. Yesterday I had a dream about Circe. I was her child and we were walking towards the house, we found his ex-husband throwing rocks at her car. They started fighting and my siblings and I had to run because he was going to get us. So I grabbed Cow and put her in my backpack and ran.

Crazyshit. At least I'm not dreaming with Katie Holmes or Britney Spears anymore. (My dream with Britney was kind of funny, I was making her pancakes; if you find any sort of sexual connotation here, yeah, you're a pervert.)

Guys, comments are up. I'd appreciate some. At least say something like 'Yeah, we're here, but you're boring the shit out of us', or like 'You know, your English sucks'. Grammar and spelling critiques will be greatly appreciated and always welcome.

Seeya. I'm planning on escaping from work later in the afternoon, so wish me luck.