Today while walking to work (because I love the Mother Earth) I saw a squirrel make a eight foot jump from a fence to a (quasi) nearby deck. I then said, out loud, to the squirrel “Whoa crazy squirrel!”

A thought occurred to me that by talking to a squirrel, perhaps, I was the crazy one.

Indeed.

They don’t taste like anything, get soggy quickly, and have a weird texture when they are all clumped up together like little maggots.

Hey guys, you should vote.

Continuing with dream themed posts: I had a weird/awesome dream about an alien invasion; also Hillary was there.

It all started in my house during a terrible thunderstorm. My mom, dad, wife, MattWhite, and Hillary Clinton chatted as the storm got worse. Soon a tornado warning siren went off and we all ran into the basement bomb shelter — don’t worry I grabbed the dogs. Things out side continued to worse as the bomb shelter as I desperately tried looking up the weather on wunderground.com. Hillary remained calm and collected *until* two giant alien robots started fighting in the river.

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Every once in a while I have this reoccurring nightmare where I am at Tech and I can’t remember my class schedule. I have to run to the library or some other place and look up which classes I’m taking on a computer. Usually by then I’ve missed the first day of some rather important class.

Also, it updates to keep abreast with current technology. Previously I would always end up at the library checking my schedule. Lately I pull out my MacBook and check it on the pervasive wifi network.

It’s, I guess, not truly a nightmare, but it reoccurs a lot.

We’re thinking about moving come fall. Honestly, if our house could magically grow another room we’d just stay here forever. FOR.EV.ER. But the odds of that happening, while non-zero, are pretty small.

Hence the moving.

We are trying to stay in the John B. Cary district or slip, undetected like a family of cockroaches, into the Fox district. If anyone finds a spare couple hundred grand they aren’t using, send it my way, ok?