A number of years ago I had a nightmare concerning a Scottish Terrier. Nothing overtly frightening happened, just that I was going about my normal business when a small dog would walk up to me and stare into my eyes. I think that ominous music played at the time. It sounds stupid, but I still think about it from time to time. It was so odd.

My flickr pro account expired. It's weird to look at it and see that I only have 200 photos. It's just so bizarre.

I had a number of things that I wanted to do today, but I overslept and my schedule got all wonky. Now, I'm not sure where to start. Bleh. I blame the cold dreariness outside and lack of desire to clean. Hello, spring.