Caffeine is rushing through my system and making me antsy. That, and my friend from high school, whom I haven't seen in seven years or so, is coming to Princeton tonight to catch Secret in the Wings. We were gonna meet for coffee tomorrow afternoon, but evidently its going to snow and everyone is panicked, so we moved it up a day. Derek is just one of those people who I have always considered a friend, even through we go practically a decade without talking. I wonder if the feeling is ever mutual.

I had a dream last night that was full of all these famous people (who I can't remember anymore, except for Gale Harold from Queer as Folk) walking around in their underwear. And not sexy underwear. Everyone was just wearing whitey tighties. It was weird, but so normal. I told them all that I was going to write that I saw them in their underwear on my blog. Then I went looking for my fuzzy yellow bra (which is a bra I have yet to ever see, much less own) and woke up. Since I told everyone I'd post the encounter in my blog, I'm doing just that.

Whee! Caffeine!