Someone asked me about my daughter tonight, "Are those her real eyes?" Should have told her they were her fake ones and we keep her real ones in a drawer at home.
I dreamed I was at Comic-Con and saw Kurtwood Smith. He'd had a stroke or something and could barely talk but was holding the microphone and walking around the room. There was also someone I work with and a high school classmate there.
Melatonin is weird.
When you think it's almost time to get up, but remember you're on vacation and actually have 2 more hours to sleep...then you can come back home and nap...
That's nice.
Danke (cat) can open doors and is angry that his girl is in the one room with cat-proof door handles. He keeps making me think someone is trying to break in.