Day Two of emptyhead.
This is killing me.
I haven't even had any really good dreams I could blog about.
Well, there was that one two nights ago, where I was driving around Terlingua, TX in a '73 Plymouth Road Runner, and I was a bionic secret agent who had been ambushed by ninjas from the bad guys' team who had totally beat me up and then wiped my memories of the attack, and we wouldn't have even known what had happened if the enemy ninjas hadn't pried out my cyborg eye and written threatening messages to the head of my organization on the retina that were discovered when the doctors examined me under a giant microscope...
You know, normal boring dreams like that.