Last night I dreamt there was a red t-rex stuck in the entry way at my old house in Homer. It was stuck in the doorway or somehting, and at first it was moving around and roaring, but after a while it fell asleep, and I was looking out the kitchen window at it. Then I tiptoed around it, and got a bottle of water and the telephone, and went back to my room. It wasn't a nightmare or anything, it was just odd. Not even oddd, since it was a dream. I think a salesperson or Jehovah's witness or someone may have come to the door and been eaten, but I'm not sure. That could just be what I wish had happened.

I really felt quite sick this morning. I am not sure why, either I'm infected with something, or it was eating grilled cheese for lunch yesterday and quiche lorraince, which is more cheese and some sausage too, for dinner last night. A whole lot of grease in my belly, you see. I really did not feel well this morning, but I feel okay now.

I wonder, there is 'stomach' and 'tummy,' which must come from stomach, and then there is 'belly,' which is a very different word. Same meaning, but they don't sound the same.

If I didn't have to make sure not to miss the bus, I would go photocopy my hand once this class if over. I did most of my work for this math assessment test on my hand, you see, I want to see if it will show up when photocopied. I'll have to write something interesting on my hand tomorrow and photocopy it. Heck, I could even scan it in for my non-existents!

Yes, this makes it all worthwhile!