I'd like to extend a thank-you to researchgrrrl for the fact that Bruce freaking Campbell cameo'ed as the guy who was in front of me during a--I can't believe this is what I dream about--an appointment to get a haircut. Yes. And he had a big--thing--of books that me and someone else had to drag around the cafeteria for him.
Also, he wasn't using the name Bruce, but instead Jack Vaughn, which even in my dream didn't make sense and I'm pretty sure is due to that Alias finale recap that Madelyn gave me. Pretty much, my dream was--I am trapped in a cafeteria before a hair appointment with a whole bunch of people pushing around books.
Even with a symbolic view, that's a really, really boring dream.
In a weird, creepy turn of events, Sloppy and Bryante, who lived on teh second floor of the fortress, somehow figured out how to jump a lot better than I'd given them credit for, and the three of them have set up a fairly--disturbing--relationship on the ground floor. A disturbing and *messy* relationship, which we won't discuss except to say, you would never guess that any three animals could make that much of a mess. Reggie and Bryante are doing--something, I don't know what, but it's strange and kind of creepily cuddily. I try every day to pick them up one by one for pre-emptive cuddling, which they seem to be okay with for all of five seconds, but I get a little of my fix and all is well. Waffles continues to try to bite me, but I think it's less die, human scum, but more, I find you strange and cute, human scum. Here. Wear my teethmarks. He definitely doesn't come close to breaking the skin, he doesn't hang on, and it doesn't really hurt--but you know? Still my skin there. And I still have a scar below my knee from his last endeavor at closeness.
Er. Working. Security? Still screwed up; two more people's permissions, two *different* people--were pulled abruptly and I had to redo the security forms for them. One of the originals with problems still doesn't have one of her programs--apparently, at this point, security issues are being handled by trained hippos, because I will not insult monkeys by saying they could have anything to do with this. Permissions are given and yanked--wrong information is given--wide eyed shock that we want *more*, like, say, all the stuff listed on our *forms*.
Hippos. Not monkeys. Stupid hippos.
On the other hand, I have coffee. Good coffee-brought-from-home. I have a salad for lunch. I have tamales. My good black pants came home. Possibly under their own power. And I have a project that--huh. Could have started *that* this morning. I am going to VVC and rooming with svmadelyn and lierdumoa and fashes and permetaform and I cannot even put into words how excited I am about that.
So really, not too bad. Using flying squirrel icon of good moodiness.