I hate it when I think of something really cool to post, then forget, then remember that I had something cool to post… only to forget what it was. Instead I’ll relate another dream from last night. This time I realized I had left something in my highschool locker, you know, 12 years ago. So I went back to highschool (pantsless, of course), and sure enough my locker was still there, very dusty from neglect. But I couldn’t open it because I’d long since forgotten the combination. Being pantsless made things much more difficult.

Oh, and I figured out (obviously?) why I’m so often sans pants in my dreams: Because I don’t wear pants when I sleep. Of course.