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Gapos;morning.

So my dreams were weird again. �Mishmashes and bizarre concurrent ones, like being both at home LARPing and at a conference in a hotel/casino whose elevators only had buttons like "1; 1; 2; 2; 1-4; 11-15."�

Then I started telling Lady�Infocorn about this one.� Iapos;m Obi-Wan Kenobi (), and all the Jedi have their faces painted. �Like obviously painted, Halloweapos;en style.� Anyway, Anakin Skywalker, either freshly-evil, or already-evil-but-not-Darth-Vader-yet does something and goes to assassinate someone or something.� Anyway, the plotapos;s foiled, and Queen�Amidala and I both put him under arrest.� After locking him away, she leaves, and I start torturing Anakin, we have this big Force battle, and he gets away.�

Lady Infocorn:�"Hayden Christensen?"
Me:�"Yeah."
LI:�"So, you had a dream ::holding in laughter::�about Hayden Christiansen?"
Me:�"No. �I. Did. Not. Have. A....well, OK maybe.� But at least I was kicking his ass."

Then, we were talking about the Steelers.�

LI:�"Did you want me to wash your jersey or not?"
Me:�"No, they won last week, so donapos;t wash it."
LI�"... Oh my god.� You do know that if the baby poops in his Steelers onesies, theyapos;re getting washed."
Me:�"Nah, itapos;s cool.��Heapos;s got...we have an understanding."
LI:�"Youapos;re gonna layer him arenapos;t you?��Like two regular onesies under the Steelers ones?� Freak."

All of this before 10�AM, before coffee, before breakfast.� Sheapos;s awesome.