Bizarre dreams.

[matt_doyle]

Thunderstorms, pharmaceutical studies, hanging out with bohemians, fighting a war with renegade dryads, walking on broken glass, and containing no coherent narrative were all features of my dreams last night.  Also, an old friend hade dyed their hair every color of the rainbow, and my brother pillow_of_doom  kept getting me in trouble.

Today, I'm writing, beta-ing a story, and making bao for dinner.  Never made bao before, so we'll see how that goes.

I'm sure I had something else to say when I started making this post, but it's vanished now.