2. Had another strange dream, although it was a lot nicer than yesterday's - I was in my childhood home, having a baseball catch... with myself, when I was 8 years old. I'm pretty sure that the younger me didn't recognize who I was, which isn't necessarily surprising - when I see baby pictures of me, I don't recognize myself AT ALL. With most people, you can sorta see their adult face in their baby pictures - exhibit A is my brother - but not with me. Anyway, I also had an unsettling moment where I thought I heard the doorbell ring at around 4:00am, and then footsteps up the stairs, and then our front door opening, and then someone asking for us right outside the bedroom door - Kath, however, insists I was dreaming.
3. How about them White Sox? If they were facing the Cardinals, I'd have had a much harder time deciding who to root for, but the way I see it, I can't support anything even remotely affiliated with George W. Bush. Plus, I don't hate Roger Clemens the way Boston folk do, but I can't necessarily be happy for him either.
4. I could be accused of burying the lead with this next item, but whatever: I'm proud of myself today. I had some serious stomach issues this morning and very seriously debated calling in sick, but I didn't; I can't let my stomach control my life, and staying home today would've simply reinforced a negative thought/action. So here I am. At work. Not busy.
5. It's amazing, the people you run into on the internet.
