Internet...

...still actually sucks. At 2pm, I wanted to write this:

I woke up, had breakfast, and fell dead asleep again. I dreamed about a lot of things, and a lot of people, amongst them Mouse and legacy_of_ty. My dreams are photorealistic lately, numerous and convincing to the point where I have trouble determining if they've happened.

I'm trying to shake this one still, to convince myself it didn't happen.

Wait... now that I'm back in the real world it's fleeing. There was a hotel, with a book of photos of Africa taken by Mouse, that had become one of the hotel's official bedside books. There was Chris, who'd started dating an ag-sci student named Ann and was deleriously happy (this was all placed in current time), and legacy_of_ty, who was really hurt by ...something involving him not dating anyone, which involved me and Chris, and so was angry at both of us.

Bah. I'm glad that one's going. It sucked. Bigtime.