I dreamt last night that Beefy McManstick Badass Spatula died. When I got up this morning he was still alive, but I'll be honest, he's not looking as good as I would hope. I have a sneaking suspicion that the Beefster is not long for this world.
In other news, the sun FINALLY came out this morning here after, literally, DAYS of oppressive darkness, wind, and rain. Thank God for a small respite from the dreariness, I was starting to feel sort of down and cranky. I have to say, if there was any way to take the spring, summer and fall here, the winter from, well, pretty much anywhere else (except maybe Alaska), and then transplant all those beautiful seasons into a place where the people were actually friendly, I would be the first one to sign on.
I have to go to school today and pick up my Crim Pro book, which I forgot to bring home last night. 30 minute bus ride each way to pick up one stupid book. Damnit.