I was having a nice dream last night, Ok, it was a sex dream, but it was a nice sex dream, like one where, well, say it's me and a girl and we're both oceans, or waves really, water anyway, and we crash into each other, yeah, it's like that, and in the middle of this nice "sex" dream I have all this nonsense where I can't close and lock the door. The door wasn't quite the right size for the frame; it was just a little too small and to lock it I had to move the door, but that sort of made it come off the hinges, so it still wasn't really closed. I realized that this theme, doors that are too small for the frame thus keeping me from closing them and having privacy, has been recurrent in my dreams for years. Maybe somebody can tell me what that means. I'd guess it's something about having a fear of losing my privacy or my self or something, something with me being afraid. I'm wearing my Donkey Kong shirt today, the one with the original screen from the original game. People love that shirt; every time I wear it I have like eight people ask me to open up my jacket so they can check it out. Not bad for a shirt I picked up for like nine bucks at Target. So X-Mas happened, that was pretty cool. I got my season ticket to the Tides, which, really, is all I need to make me happy. I have a sort of yearly tradition; my Granma comes over and stays with us on X-Mas eve so I get to sleep on the couch and get a crappy night's sleep. So then on X-Mas day, after opening presents around eleven or so, I take a nap and they wake me up around two for dinner, which is really lunch at that time. Travis and I went and saw Alien Versus Predator 2 that night. It pretty much sucked. Everything that was good about the first one was missing in this one. Travis joked that the directors probably say "badass" and "cool" alot. It was tasteless too; they were attacking children and pregnant women. We went with my sister and saw Margot at the Wedding the next day and I liked that a lot better. It was very honest and real and that probably turned a lot of people off, but I dug it. My sister kept bringing up that Nicole Kidman's character was a total bitch with a personality disorder. It's hard to argue that, but I still liked it. Thursday Travis and I went up to see The Influence play at Canal Club in Richmond. It was a free show that nobody showed up to, which sucked, but hey, they got a bus. The bus is pretty badass; it's like a shuttle bus. One they pimp it out it's gonna be freaking sweet. I saw Juno again tonight. Freaking great movie. I could see it like three more times.