In the words of my brother, they're out of the house!

I think we've spent over an hour today just venting about how they terrorized the house.  The couch was made out of dog hair, the refrigerator looked as though we threw the Tasmanian Devil in it, the house smelled of dog, I think I lost two pounds (which is bad when I weigh 91).  Uncle John is Italian and loves to cook...thing is, he tries too hard to make big, fancy dinners....and I would have literally killed for just a nice roll and some mac and cheese.  Seriously...hasn't the guy ever heard of a simple meal?  He cooked every night but Friday night - we actually had pizza.

-sighs- But either way...they're gone, and it's just the four of us again.  But of course - my little brother has to ruin the moment by throwing a temper tantrum.  Ugh.

Whatever.  I'm in the mood to write and draw again, but I have to go out driving here soon.  Tomorrow's a half-day at school, so my brother and I are planning on recording lines for the Soul Eater fandub clip we're doing together along with BigT.  I need to finish the script first, though.

Mrow.  I dunno... I'm a little weirded out at the moment.  Recently, I've been having a lot of dreams.  It's strange... The past two have both been about the end of the world and stuff... And...in every one of the dreams I've had recently, there's always some tie to this guy...and...it's creeping me out.  Because I don't even really know him.  And...yeaaaaah.  I usually don't have dreams. At least not bizzare ones like the ones I've had recently.  As a kid, I used to...but...I haven't had dreams like this for a long, long ... long time.  >.> Weeeeiiiirrrrd....

Yeah...I'm gonna...go write now.  Bye people.