Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance

Well, the camping trip was the story of Northwest weather, namely cold, gray, and windy. At least it only misted the whole time. In other news, I had the weirdest dream the other night. For some reason, this girl whom I had known in high school showed up at the end of work one evening, along with a bunch of other high school friends. Next thing I knew, I was giving her a piggy-back ride down the elevator, up and down miscellaneous escalators, and out the front door. At this point, we had what looked to be a moment, until she violently shoved me away in revulsion, and I thought to myself, "Sweet zombie Jesus, I can't even get any action in my own fantasies." Such is the story of my life.