I've picked up Genome again after a brief hiatus (brought on by actually misplacing the book itself) and it's quite exciting. Just the fact that I'm reading anything is pretty cool but the book is really good too.

I didn't get any sleep last night, though not for lack of trying. I gave up around 9am, took a shower and went for a walk to Dunkin Donuts to get coffee. There was a homeless guy standing in the parking lot with a walkie talkie. He gave me a dirty look when I stared too long at his walkie talkie. It just seemed odd to me.

I hope I can stay awake at work tonight. Fridays always suck.

So I had this dream the other night that I was hanging out with this guy while all around us people were dying from some kind of freakish pandemic and he was criticizing my taste in music. He insisted I listen to his Pink Floyd CD but when he hit play we heard "Black Water" by the Doobie Brothers. Halfway through the song I finally said, "I thought this was the Doobie Brothers". He said, "Yeah, I used to think that too".

The dream went on from there with some weird evacuation of a low-ceilinged bunker with trees growing out of the walls and me trying to fly to safety in a mini helicopter with a dog in a sack on my lap but that's neither here nor there.

My real question is... why, even in my dreams, am I constantly surrounded by idiots?

It's good to be back, by the way. :)