AAAAH. So R was having the wedding dress sent to my address because, at the time she ordered it, she was not sure what address she would be at when it finally arrived. I thought, okay, cool beans. The shipping confirmation e-mail, however, omitted the unit number from the address. That is important. I'm in a townhouse complex, not an apartment building, so it's not like they can just throw the box somewhere and it'll find its way to me.

My left elbow, this time on the other side, is protesting about something. I'm not sure what the deal is. Probably wants equal rights or something. Face it, man, I'm right-handed.

So, not going to talk about work. Let's just say I'm still here.

I need a nap. And some more imagination stuff. I have oily x-ray fish vision, can I get fish-powered imagination?

I had an odd dream including cylons and Kanye West. They wanted to steal children. The cylons. Not Kanye West. And I think that guy from NCIS. There were some odd time loops. I don't know what Kanye West actually looks like, so my mind made something up. I'll stop now, since talking about dreams makes you a boring person unless you're under the care of a psychologist (see http://xkcd.com/621/).

Apparently 50' of cable wasn't long enough to reach the router. Frig. Well, we'll figure something out.

And now I'll actually do some stuff.

Huh. Okay. I think I understand what people say about fishy burps now. But I guess the dream answers the question of imagination. But it brings up a question: you see a future version of yourself do something heroic that saves at least one person's life but may have ended in your destruction. In five minutes, you will be presented with that situation. Do you go through with it?