ante diem xiii kalends june 2003 c.e. I still haven't figured out what I want to do with the June's layout of the archive page. Bear with me, gentle reader. Speaking of layouts, I feel like one of those lame camwhores who change the layout of their site every week so they don't get outdone by their competitors. The whole idea of changing layouts. In Yer Dreams! I am zooming along in a needle plane high above the southwest with two missles following me. My situation has something to do with my job and having the missles follow me are insurance that I carry out the mission. I do a couple loops in the air to see if I can ditch them but the missles loop after me and continue their benign pursuit. The sun is low in the sky giving everything a gray cast while rounded mountains, like the ones in China, flow past me. Ten miles later lights start flashing giving me a missle warning. Ground control also receives this warning and tells me to hit the left pedal in the cockpit because the missles are now live and they are no longer in control of the weapons. I tap the pedal a couple of times and watch as one flips in the air then detonates behind me. The other one detonates close to the fuselage sending my plane down. My map tells me that I'm exactly ten miles away from the home base which makes me happy since I can walk back there. Since I'm dreaming the act of walking is a struggle, each step is leaden and like dragging myself through molasses. Hours, or what seemed like hours, later I came to an intersection that looked a lot like Platte near Independent Records. My mind told me that I was near Millburn and my father's shop should be nearby. Dreams are now mixing and matching Colorado with New Jersey. I walk past the record store and find my father sitting in a back corner talking to people but I continue towards his shop. By the time I get there my father is running after me, "Why didn't you say hello back there? Didn't you see me?" "I didn't want to bother you and ruin your scene" I mumbled and that made him upset. "I always want to see you, I love you." The record store had closed and my father was checking out the last minute shoppers from the record store at his shop. I sat in the back, checking out what everyone was buying and waited for no reason. That's when I found myself a couple hundred yards from home. I was walking past the Jewish temples when Tim drove up beside me. He was going down to Brian and Deanna's for the weekend and was wondering if I wanted to come along which triggered an unpleasant feeling. Concentrated responsibility, hot and acid on my brain. I bowed out saying I had to get back to work completely ignoring the fact that work was more than sixteen hundred miles away from me. Tim drove off as the sun started to rise and I realized I was going to be late for work. I woke up with "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" stuck in my head. The Entry I did nothing of consequence on Sunday. I bred tropiuses and leveled one up and kept thinking I'd feel much more fulfilled if I was playing Nethack. Unfortunately there was lots of thunder and lightning so I had to keep the computer off since it's my only real form of communication with the outside world. Later in the day it became sunny and I remained indoors like a hermit.