Weird dream last night. It was about a eldritch spawn, aka the gang from 'The Dunwich Horror' becoming president of the US. It mixed, either it was 3rd persion, watching things happen, or it was first person and I was the guy running for president. Weird, the Great Old Ones tend to be very moderate/centerist in political affiliation. And somehow, he/me won. Guess the American people are looking for a REAL change. Weird. And no, I'm not going to throw my hat into the ring.

So yeah, I'm out of it today. Last night's crazy has me all kinds of thrown off. Not really planning to do anything special today. *sigh* Oh well, I'll probably write more later. Ciao.