More dreams. I haven't had this many dreams this vivid since I was pregnant.

(No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I'm positive.)

At least last night's dreams were interesting -- a combat from our 7th Sea game. It was like watching a combat scene in a movie, except that I could feel my breathing getting rough, and it hurt when I lost a finger.

But I have no idea who we were fighting, or why.

Hah. They're doing work on our phone system, which means none of our phones work.

The manager just down the hall from me is completely crippled. Hehe.

Yesterday was gorgeous. It was sunny, and it got up to nearly 80.

Today, the high is supposed to be 45. Yay, Williamsburg.

Why couldn't it have been nice on a weekend day?

Should be an interesting weekend, even though the weather is not cooperating.

Saturday afternoon is the office bowling party. I wasn't originally planning to go, but since Matt's out of town, and my parents are going to be in Cancun, and my brother and his wife are going to be moving... What the heck? There's going to be a few other little kids there, and the woman who's organizing it said she got some little toys for the kids.

Penny's never been bowling, so I have no idea how she'll react. But I figured we'd give it a try. The worst that happens is that all the noise utterly terrifies her, and we wind up leaving after half an hour. At best, she warms up to it and has fun playing with the toy and rolling the kiddie balls down the bumper lane for an hour, and then picks at some pizza for dinner.

Sunday's plan is for us to go down to Chesapeake to visit K.T. and Jess. I don't think we have any real plans, aside from sitting around and talking and watching the girls play, but it'll be nice to see them.

Dammit, there are doughnuts in the kitchen. Okay, I'm back on the diet next week, for sure.

No, really.

--Liz