I keep having lots of strange dreams. I'm not sure why. Two nights ago I dreamt that a small girl on a bike rode up in front of my apartment and told me that someone died in my apartment and someone needed to keep their memory alive, so she was making me friends with them on myspace. Then I woke up and the bathroom door slammed. But that was because the windows were open and the wind started blowing. Still, I got up, exrtemely freaked out, closed all the windows and locked them, continued to check that they were locked and then tried to go to bed, but couldn't sleep because I kept feeling like someone was watching me. It turned out that it was the cat.
I had another dream last night that was really strange too but even though I've been up a half hour, and could remember the dream when I sat down to write this entry, in the process of writing, I seem to have forgot it. Strange, dreams are. Maybe I'll remember later.
In other news, the job goes well and I've taken to making my coffee with cinnamon in the brew basket. It tastes Christmassy. I learned it from TV. Hillary better loose.
