Ahhh.

I can almost hear those hellfires being lit for me now.

New icon. John Crichton's hands.

Broke 10,000 words on Trix. Go, me. Damn Marcus.

Have considered sending rabid wolves to maul David Bischoff.

Hrm. Should sleep, I suspect.

Yow.

I don't remember much about the dream I was just having, except for a few bits.

One, I ran out of fluid in my car's radiator, and put *juice* into it. This freaks me out badly, and I feel the need to go out and hug Moya, and reassure her that I would *never* *ever* do that.

Two, there was a jewel heist of some sort going on in a badly run hospital. And just when I thought that couldn't get weirder, the two leads turned into GlitchBob and Dot, and the bad guy was suddenly Megabyte...

Yeah. Strange place, my brain.

Hrm.