dream theater (the nap-time matinee)

i was at my parents' house, and we were making the final arrangements for my flight back here again.  there was something about a woman who'd been having seizures -- i don't quite remember the details of that, but apparently even in mid-seizure she could identify whatever had triggered it, so people could get her away from the stimulus and she'd be fine, and for some reason this had something to do with my flight plans.  i think they said they'd seen me twitching, and therefore they'd called and spoken to someone where if i called and confirmed something before some deadline, i'd be moved up to business class.  (hey, why fight it.)  also, a dog in the neighborhood had a litter of puppies, and my parents were going to buy one of them for my brother.

hey!  i pretty much understand all of that one.  :-)

late afternoon, evening

i hate west-facing windows.  i hate them so, so much.  (i believe next year's window faces south.  huzzah.)

heads up, media fans:

especially those of you who don't especially know or care about harry potter and due south:

bethbethbeth is conducting a poll on What Everybody Knows, and would dearly love if you'd take twenty seconds to pop over and answer a couple of questions.  thanks!