kestrel

It's kind of sad that my journal entries have to get to the point where Scuderiaferrari hits the cut-off point on journal comments, and tells me it's time to update. But that's not that bad, you should see my other journal site. I've gotten so bad that I get quasi-nasty emails from folks I've known for years, telling me to fill them in on my life or else.

So, I've been doing absolutely nothing. This has probably been one of my best weeks ever, so far. Last Friday, I got myself good and lost somewhere in Dallas, picking up my brother from camp, and it all went uphill from there. I spent the long weekend with my brother and guy, baked a cake, went to an awesome fireworks show, watched lots of movies, stayed up all night doing web design that I may actually get paid for and playing the Sims, and have slept until 5pm more than once. When this ends, I may cry.

So that's that. I'm having a great time. I had Dune dreams last night, which makes me cool. That was my exact thought/mumble as I woke up this morning (read: evening), 'I just had Dune dreams, that makes me cool.' And so it does. Danny's saying all kinds of new stuff, and I get to see Geraldine, Scopitone, and Voltaire (all of which I do believe were in my Dune dream) in less than a month. Basically, until I start singing a different tune (this weekend), don't expect a whole lot.