What Now

I had bad dreams last night. I won't go into details other than to say I was back in high school, I was told I couldn't graduate unless I did some pretty bizarre things, and there were bats. Lots of bats.

However, I didn't wake up in the grip of a cold-sweat panic until the part of my dream where I was at work, and my former co-worker, Mini-Me, walked in and started talking to me.

Dear God, what did that person do to me?

Also: If you look to the left, I've added a Twitter thingie to my blog! Now you can read even more of my inane thoughts without the bother of me having to publish a whole new entry here! Aren't you just squealing in delight? I know I am.