Let your dim light shine...

Strange dreams this morning, the most vivid of which had me in a warm hotel room, joined by a beautiful young lady in bathtub, who washed my back amidst the steam. There was a vent which must have went all the way down to the lobby or the conference room, and I could hear David Pirner reading bingo numbers in his "Misery" voice. "B...15. G... 34. I...19." And on and on.

I went out last night with friends, but couldn't get out of my head enough to be as attentive as I'd like. Went from Quaker Steak fries to coffee and cheesecake at IHOP, and listening to Justin talk about "Magic: The Gathering" during most of our time in that last destination. Earlier, during dinner, I found myself more prone to laugh out loud -- the sort of uncontrollable, annoying cackle I have when movies are being bad but think they're being cool. Which I'm sure was more than slightly annoying, but I don't know that it could be helped. That was the first time I was with friends since New Years and I may be a little out of practice when it comes to being with people, and yet, I had a wonderful time.

Winter dinners. They're one of my favorite things.

Justin has put a few new panels up here [Re: Calamity Cash and the Town with No Name]. After last night, he assured me I have time to make my changes to the later part of the script.