I had weird, cracked-out dreams that I mostly don't remember, except there were baby rats and some guy was carrying one around a lot, and then he needed me to take it and he was all afraid it wouldn't remember him when it got back among its rat siblings. I had to reassure him that rats are smart and he wouldn't be forgotten.

And then I woke up at 2:30. *facepalm*

Everyone in the world is talking about the Open Source Boob Project, and all I have to say is: I'd trade tit-gropes with other girls. It depends on how hot the guy is. If this makes me anti-feminist, or gross, or whatever... it's not like I actually go to cons. xD

Now: I need a shower, and lunch, and then I am just waiting for 5pm and Harold and Kumar. \o/