Pack, pack, pack.

Last night (ur, make that this morning) I had a bad dream. It started out OK. Ms. Cgrace and I were sharing a 70's palace. Then it got weird. We were headed home from a long day at work. We were on a ferry. Cgrace wouldn't sit with me. I'm not sure why, but she wasn't lovin' me. She even got off at a different stop. Then I was getting on the train, and realized I had left my backpack (with my laptop in it).

After waking up it was all about playing with A-man and packing. Woohoo.

Must make phone calls.