I'm tired, really tired right now.
Not much to post other than work is work. I downloaded a typesetting program called LyX and it doesn't appear to want to work on my computer which greatly annoys me.
Olympics Guy has returned to the roost and I sincerely hope that his congestion has cleared up because it has been wonderful sleeping in til about six thirty in the morning only to be awakened by Spot's curious nose investigating if her human is still alive or not.
What remains of my dream was the fact that everyone I knew had a pet tiger. They were friendly like dogs and probably about as bright as dogs but the fact remains that they're tigers. I remember that the dream took place in the second incarnation of my second home in New Jersey.
A little background. First I lived in an apartment over in Irvington, NJ. I have no recollection of this place. When I was older than a year but younger than three years my parents moved to their first house. This house was renovated when I was in second grade. After that we moved to the final house when I was in eighth grade. My bedroom was next to my little sister's room and my parent's bedroom was right next door to mine.
Woo's door was closed and I opened it up only to be greeted by a tiger who did a combination of a roar and bark upon seeing me enter the room. I jumped back slamming the door wondering what the fuck was going on in there. My curiousity was piqued and I opened the door again finding the tiger at the foot of my sister's bed growling low in his throat. Just as the tiger made eye contact with me I slammed the door and went into my parent's bedroom. Mom was in bed under the covers while a tiger was laying on my father's side of the bed. My mother started yelling at me, telling me that I was stupid and to go back to my room.
