end of the world holocaust dream

Today I helped Brittney set up her new website in Dreamweaver. Well, I helped her get connected, anyway. She still needs to build her actual pages.

I have tomorrow off from work. What, oh what shall I do with a whole free day? How shall I occupy my time?? Probably lots of boring stuff like vaccuum, mow the lawn, go jogging, maybe I’ll read some. I have to wrap Riana’s bachelorette party gift for the party tomorrow night. If I had the car I would go to the art store and buy some canvas. I still have to figure out how to get down to Leslie’s tomorrow afternoon… maybe I’ll ride my bike.

Jeez, what a boring web log entry. Well, this is actually quite a bit what my life is like: mundane. Sorry to disappoint.

I had another weird end-of-the-world holocaust dream last night. A bunch of people, including Doc and I, and Lisa Castello from work, were in this old ramshackle six-story wooden house, and we knew that we had to leave pretty quickly because of the end of the world, the war, the holocaust, something. We were all trying to gather as much crucial stuff as we could from the house: things that we would need to survive on our own in the wild after it was over. I can’t remember anything that I grabbed except for a glass vial of whole cloves from a spice chest. I thought that maybe they would have medicinal purposes and that we might need them.