Last night I played with celluclay again before going to bed. Apparently, I find molding and shaping something to be fun and quite absorbing. I could probably do it all day and not notice the time. Seriously. The horns are coming out great. They're probably not going to work the way I'd envisioned but I'm still happy though, because I'm learning and creating. I'm probably going to make other things later. 

Anyway... I dreamed that I was dying and it was my last day. Okay, fine. Then I dreamed that the parentals were there for that, and suddenly the whole thing was sooo fucking odd and shitty beyond belief. I woke up and the oddness persisted so I just got out of bed and went to work. Thus I was at the lab by 9 a.m. which hasn't happened in like a hundred years, so Hurrah! I should have fucked up dreams more often.

I went to the library after work because, you know, I got off early. It was weird but nice. Outside still being light I mean. I read yesterday's New York Times and then The Los Angeles Times because a unabomber type was reading both of today's the whole time I was there. Um, the paper The New York Times is printed on is of a better quality than that used for The Los Angeles Times. This isn't important. Oh, and also, after a million years yours trully is, once again, a library card holder. Yes. This means there'll be more books here soon that I'm not reading.