I had a whacked out dream last night, and I can't even remember all of it. Still.... the main gist of it was my Grandma, who's been dead a bit over a year now, was actually alive. Like.... they'd buried her because they thought she was dead, but she wasn't, and now she came back and got a divorce from grandpa because he'd gotten a girlfriend because he'd thought she was dead. And I remember thinking very clearly at one point, "Wow.... this is like my mom's soap opera with the midget. I HAVE to blog this." Which I still find it bloggable even though now I realize it's a dream.

And AWESOME! I just got my grades back while I was typing this. Straight A's! The second time EVER! AND I was only expecting an A for one of my grades (the internship). Go me!