No more dreams as of late, well none that I recall… I’m at somewhat of a loss for what to blog about. I think that there are only a couple of West Wing episodes left. Um, don’t watch “Derailed” as it is uterly predictable. I am currently the highest bidder for these doohickies. I’m not sure if that link is going to work or not… Oh, and I can’t believe that it is already May. I have no idea where this year has gone to. And yes, I just ended my sentence with a preposition. Ok, I’m done, and I bet everybody lost some IQ points for getting this far into my paragraph.

Update: Oohh, ooh, I just remembered. On the way back from picking up my delicious Papa Johns pepporoni pizza and cinamon sweet treat, I MURDERED an orange highway barrel… going like 70 MPH. I mean murdered, like “Thomas, on the highway, with the Yukon”. It shocked me, but I checked my tire when I got to the next red light, and everything seemed a-ok. I guess the Yukon can take a licking and keep on ticking. I had seen the barrel on my way and avoided it at the time, but on the way back, it crossed the very small median, and I nailed it good. Maybe this was a decent post after all.