I haven't written to Christine since my computer crashed. That was over a week ago. Shame on me.

Sunday was difficult. I will be glad when the mail I'm waiting for finally arrives.

I took a nap yesterday afternoon. It was a much needed two-hour affair, but I woke from it extremely unsettled. You know those dreams you have that involve actual people you know, and something happens in the dream that changes your opinion of the person, even though you know that it was only your subconscious and the dream's events never actually took place?

Well, I had one of those dreams last night, and it involved one of my friends, and it scared me half to death.

Also it involved a setting not unlike FHE, so when my roommate came home and the first thing I heard after waking up was a suggestion to go to the Institute for the last half of FHE, it gave me pause.

I am woefully behind in my novel. Woefully. I caught up a little bit last night, but I'm still more than two thousand words short as of this morning. Regretting more than ever my laptop's decision to quit on me. Without the use of an external drive I have no computer at all, but I so wish I could bring my laptop with me today.

Last night we watched "Twilight" with Rifftrax again. Most of the people there were not there last time, so it was like a whole new experience. Every time I watch it I catch jokes that I never noticed before. It's great.