the tiles were pale and slick

I dreamed about a house last night, about staying in a place that belonged to someone's dead relative. It was enormous, and full of long hallways and many bathrooms. Somewhere in there I got lost, and woke up with a pounding headache.

Tonight we're going to see sexploitation comedies with Quentin Tarantino. Pray that I restrain myself from throwing candy at his head. I like a lot of his movies (though I remain somewhat disappointed by Kill Bill) but man is the most hyperactive goofball 13yo in an adult's body I have ever seen. He's doing the "Last Night at the Grindhouse" at the Alamo downtown, as part of their extended farewell to the Colorado location.

At work I put in a request for an ergonomic assessment. While I doubt I can talk the state into buying me a fancy 3M mouse, I can at least get a better keyboard. It has occured to me that I should make attempts to take better care of my arms and hands, so we shall see.

don't you roll your eyes at me, I can see you

A Sweet So Sour: Kool-Aid Dills

Alrighty, who wants to eat Kool-Aid pickles with me? I am so going to have to try this at home now. It sounds terrifyingly delicious. That of course is not helped by the fact that I am starving and dinner is still hours away.