I awoke early today.

I dreamt that I had gone back to Huron, South Dakota. In my dream the trip was fun (counting all the signs that advertise Wall Drug, driving past the Worlds Largest Bird Feeder, and listening to farm radio. It’s when I actually got there that everything got bad.

Perhaps it’s a warning that I shouldn’t go back this year, the first time in 19 years. Or, maybe it’s that Pike’s Kilt Lifter that I drank last night. *shrug* I guess I’ll find out this summer when I head back for my 20th High School reunion (not sure if they’re having one or not, but I’m going back anyway).

It’s MLK Day (w00t! Happy Birthday Dr. King!). I have a great deal of respect for the work he did durring his short life.

If you have an apposing view, please feel free to not post it here (as I will simply remove it and ban your entire ISP from the server… and that would suck for you). It’s not that I’m against people with apposing views (everyone has the right to believe what they wish), but this is my house, and if you crap on my carpet, I’ll kick you in the ass.