There's something going around.
I came home today to find my grandfather "Largo-ing" in the computer room. This is the second time that's happened. The first time, I came in after hanging out with some friends and found him in his undies with the tower in pieces. Luckily, my friends stayed in the living room. Creepy old man chest isn't something for an audience, especially if you're related to it.
Sweet Jesus! I have all of my homework done...less the research assignment in Comp. 2. That makes me one productive little bugger. As well as a very bored one. It's always when there's absolutely nothing to do that I want to be doing something. Give me a load of work and I'll find "better things to do" (transliterification: sitting in front of the computer and staring at my desktop image). This is nice, though. Comfy.
Dr. Zhivago keeps giving me nightmares. I started reading it about a week or so ago and haven't slept well since. The dreams are always something strange, too. Ninjas stealing my kiwis. Destin being bombed by the Germans. Pool skimmers. Just some really strange stuff.
I need a job.