bwah

Slept ten hours last night(!). Compared to my usual 6.5 hours, that was just... decadent.

Of course, I had some really wonky dreams. The one I remember most clearly dealt with soccer, a game of volleyball, and a peacock. The peacock kind of snuck up on me, but after I calmed down, we were cool. I did the peacock "meow" at it, and it meowed back until my old college roommate's father came upon the scene and was like, why are you meowing at my peacock? There's just no rational response to a question like that, so I went back to playing volleyball.

Sometimes I really wonder about myself. :-P

So it's Soccer Saturday, and I'm going insane. My parents went out to a motorcycle thingy for the day, my brother's at work, the cats are asleep, and it's raining buckets. I jogged around the house a little bit, then burned a CD for my car. I'm too wound up to watch a movie or read a book (instead I'll take my energy out on typing in my journal for a few minutes - ha!). Gah!

I suppose in the meantime I can link something, so here's a nice, little interview with Drew Carey about why he likes soccer.

Is it four o'clock yet?