Today's song: "No Stone to Throw", Sierra
Today's mood: Weary but happy

The reason I picked that song
is because most of the people at work (think they) know who our thief is, after Jenna had her purse (with 2oo in cash in it) stolen. The problem is, this same person is now in the hospital because her diabetes are out of control.

And there's rumors going around she's faking her diabetes, that she is actually taking drugs when she says she's taking insulin, and so on. On the one hand, everything seems to fit, but there's still enough reasonable doubt. So on the other hand, I don't know enough and I don't like being swayed by minor mob mentality. My theme for life this year is to make my own decisions; even if they turn out to be the wrong ones, hey, at least I made them.

Best. Freaking. Quote. EVER
"Elmo knows where you live!" --The Simpsons, "(When) PBS Attacks"
There's just something about Elmo being evil that cracks me up. Ask Ginny and Des. That one thing with Elmo and Big Bird....heh heh heh.

Jeff (Sir Enji) would be pleased
Weird dream alert again.

I was back at my old house (which was a one story, but in the dream it had two stories in the back, for some reason). It was raining like crazy and as I stared out the upper back window, I saw the water level was literally lapping at the bottom edge of the upper window. Major floodage.

I looked at Mom and wondered if I would still have to go to work. I walk downstairs to the front door and --well, I never opened the door, but I can see through it. And there's this guy in the air with large leathery wings. He claps them together and the water is gone. I hear this battle scream from high up in the air, and the guy flies off to meet the other person, I guess.

I look out the back, lower window, noticing the backyard is now in its own personal little valley, with the rest of the neighboorhood high above it. I decide I'm going to do something before my house gets reflooded. Mom protests, but I go anyway.

I remember something about an old lady showing up and telling me I'm Castlevania's only hope and she and someone else (the first guy that was flying around?) are helping make my wings. A big ugly bat monster dives out of nowhere when she pulls the special cups (or plates or something, it doesn't make sense, just go with it) and breaks them. First guy panics, but old lady opens the trunk of her car to reveal more of the special cups. (Why she was parked in my driveway in the first place is beyond me.)

They put gloves on me. The gloves are--OK, this part is a little hard to describe, but I'll try--well, let's see. For the Digimon-familiar, imagine a metal version of Renamon's gloves, and the middle finger strap actually goes over all the fingers (sans thumb). For the rest of you, the gloves are like a combination of shackle and fingerless gloves; the part of the glove that goes over the hand extends out beyond the hand, and a strap runs under the fingers.

I grip the straps, and the old lady tells me to flap. O....kay.

Big ugly bat monster is back, so I flap. And these fiery wings explode out of the gloves, and I'm airborne (wheeeeeeeeeee! I LOVE flying dreams!). I easily send the bat monster flying off then I fly around for fun some more.

*happy sigh* Flying. (Never mind the fact I'm aerophobic (afraid of heights). And those glove-wing thingies just gave me a great idea for one of my "VV" characters. YAY!

OK, this is eerie...
I just looked at my verse for the day (Isaiah 4o:31), and it says, "...they shall mount up with wings as eagles..." I know it's symbolic, but still. (FYI, I tend to like that verse because of the mention of being able to rise above difficulties...and the wings, man, the WINGS! Even if they are symbolic. Heh.)

"Be nice to people that handle your food."