Slept for a delicious twelve hours after finishing that freaking book that I've been forcing myself through (Burning Water by Mercedes Lackey). Potter DID come in the mail, so at least I have a (presumably) entertaining easier read after feeling like I was sitting through an awful episode of Law & Order meets Charmed.
Don't remember much of my dreams, other than that I was at work, dancing to this song:
...while I moved around stuff of my brother's on the shelves. Apparently, in my subconscious, he stores his stuff at OfficeMax.
Since I'm home today, please feel free to entertain me.