but not a real green dress, that's cruel...

Don't ever let me eat a pita at 10 at night again.... I most definately had an evil, evil dream last night. I don't even usually REMEMBER my dreams, but this one was bad. I was in this wierd, science-fiction type outpost town, and the whole place was covered in deep, deep snow. (Sound familiar, anyone?) The power had gone out, or an explosion had happened, or something, but people were oustide freezing to death in the cold. Either I was part of a rescue team, or I was vaguely super-human, because me and a few other people were outside in this bitter, horrible cold and snow---like nothing I've ever experienced---trying to rescue people. I came across an old lady, who I thought at first was dead, then I heard her moan, "my leg..." it was broken. So I picked her up (I know, makes NO sense now, but hey, it was cold) and carried her inside the nearest building to see if I could help her. A person behind me was warning me about something just as the woman opened her eyes really wide and GRINNED at me---and I thought, "ZOMBIE," just before she ripped me open and took a huge bite out of my stomach.
Yeah, that's when I woke up.

I am in a weird, freaky-deaky mood today. I was reading an article in the paper, about the last minutes of the crew of the Columbia. And it really got that lump in my throat, because they were apparently very happy and joking around even just a few minutes before the tragedy happened. Ouch.

In fact, I was so affected, I felt the need to come up here to my mother's computer (since I'm home for the weekend) and look up president Reagan's speech that he gave when the Challenger exploded. I was in search of the last line of this speech....

We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for the journey and waved goodbye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.'

Signing off.