2:34pm. And yes, I was in bed, sans book, from 1:20am-7:30am. Still a little sad, but overall, I'm happy with the book. Would have been happier had I not looked at the Leaky Lounge right after, but that's okay.

Honestly, why people feel the need to rip books apart, I dunno

My dream was jumping all over the place last night, but here's some highlights


At some point, Jack O'Neill was put in charge of Hogwarts (I think), and was writing a letter asking for help. "Hi.. Ms... Hermione... Granger." (Putting total blame of this one on Neuropsych, whose latest chapter of her Stargate/Harry Potter crossover I was reading last night)

Sean got his truck. Sorry, dear, it was white.

We lived in a different house, and a bunch of non-poisonous snakes lived in a bunch on the counter. I didn't like picking one up when it fell on the floor.

Went to a mall-type place that I've visited in my dreams before. I petted a mostly toothless animal who kept trying to gnaw me. There was something about a restaurant, but I can't remember what happened.

They were having some sort of Wizard of Oz theme towards the back that I wanted to see.

While heading to the WoZ area, I went into a cave-type area, where a boy dressed something like Batman was being tormented by a girl in a superhero/villain costume. I went up to her, but I figured if I picked her up or tickled her to make her stop would make her scream for adults. So I went up to her, suddenly dressed in a yellow outfit, put my finger right in front of her nose, started wriggling it around, and taunted "I'm not touching you!!!" It was sort of ruined when she kept grabbing my finger, but I kept pulling it away. She finally left. The boy looked at me and asked "who are you?" "I," I replied, "am Ms. Crazy Superhero Woman!"



So of course I started obsessing about Ms. Crazy Superhero Woman (Call me Z) in the shower, and putting it into Who Wants To Be A Superhero.

Sean's been wanting a truck for a few years now, and we're almost at a point where we can get him one.. Today, after getting the O2 sensor replaced on my car, we decided to hit the dealerships to check out what he might like. He decided either a Dodge or Chevy, long bed, and I pointed out some good reasons for an extended cab. And, of course, a cd player was a big bonus. We hit the Chevy place first to look at the Silverados, but they didn't have a whole lot that he liked. There also wasn't a salesperson around to open up the truck to see how he fit, which is the Really Big Sticking Point. Then we drove over to the Dodge place, where we were immediately welcomed by a salesperson, who found a truckspert for us. He showed us two trucks, about the same model. Both were Ram 2500 Thunderoads with diesel engines, but the first was a manual, which we didn't want. Sean can drive a manual, but I can't. But the automatic he showed us was really nice with a lot of nice features. One cool thing was that it had adjustable pedals, so that if I drove, I didn't have to be right up on the steering wheel. For a diesel, it was pretty quiet. Sean took it on a test drive, and decided he really liked it. It drove well, turning was smooth, it's just driving a truck was a bit of a spatial adjustment. It looks like that's the truck he'll be getting