Last night I had this dream that I was at The Old House with a variety of people, and as usual at that place, there was a sense of approaching danger. Some people dressed in weird ragged dark robes had been seen on the edge of the property. We had a lot of rifles and stuff, so we were getting ready for trouble. After a while, a huge mob of Klanspeople (I am at a loss of what to call them, but you know which turds I mean) came tromping across our property, burning crosses and getting wild. As we prepared to go to battle with them, I woke up. The dream had a lot of detail, but It's faded out by now.
My next dream, I was in some huge, awesome game/comic store, and I had a money is no object situation of some sort. I was buying new miniatures, and some massive expensive paint sets that I've always wanted. Nothing too deep there, I suppose, but that's how it was.
Nothing much else to talk about I guess. My folks are coming in from Canada soon. Going to spend tonight and tomorrow getting things straightened up. Got paid today, paying out my bills, one more month down. Unless things go south (I am rather expecting that they might at this point), then I have about 5 months left of XL Hard Times, and 8 months left of L Hard Times. Hoping to settle into a regular size M eventually. If things do go poorly... Well... I hope I just go ahead and croak and get it over with.