I guess you should watch out?

Man, I'm starting to think that partaking of alchohol on this campus DOES make me rather cranky. I had disturbing dreams last night--after drinking a little--about being on a commercial whaling vessel out in the ocean.

I was a little boy with a green stone in one pocket. There were all these dying sharks and whales on the deck, and the fishermen pushed me out with them into the ocean, and then they came through with a whirling blade on a second ship, passing back and forth to cut us to pieces. Every time the blade came by, I would dive deep into the water. . . it was nice down there, quiet and safe. I'd stay there, and then come back up and wait to dodge the next run-through. But eventually they got smarter, and went more slowly so that I had to stay underwater longer. Somehow, I swam around the boat and got back on deck, and I was safe.

I slept all afternoon. Dave seems worried about me, probably because I just feel weird and am likely acting weird. My moods, bleh. I'm ok though, just needed some extra rest. Now I'm still cranky, but *here*. And Jiu Jitsu should be fun, because Gail is testing for her green belt!