I could totally take you on.

I had a dream that I was watching the weirdest epiosde of Lost ever. The strange part was that it wasn't just one part of the dream, as I woke up sometime around 5:15 and needed some Tylenol. No, it was ongoing. I went back to sleep and it kept on going. I think it's due to the work on the Red Shirt Diaries. Then I dreamt I was talking to an old classmate and Kevin showed up. Just when I think I'm done with the dreams... I need to get my head checked.

My brother's friend was over last night. The annoying one. Is it wrong of me to want to whack his head in with my baseball bat because he always comes over here and talks crap to me? Okay, so I know it's wrong, but I'm awful tempted sometimes. Perhaps smacking him with a tennis racket would be less cruel?

Need to go do algebra work. Will do it from three on. Promise.