Last night's snow storm sounded like an airplane trying to land on my house. It provided for some strange dreams.
Yesterday would've been 6 months, give or take some time off, depending on how you like to track such things. I only mention it because it occured to me last night and those sorts of things mean something to me. There's something about setting markers in the past for you to measure yourself by in the future. Where have I come from? Why am I here? How did I end up like this?
Tonight I'm stealing the car. First order of business is to see about a haircut. Leslie is taking care of that for me because she is teh awesome. After that, I don't know what I'm up to. We shall see.