I am so tired of getting blue balled by Game of Thrones
Last night I dreamed about geocaching in Nunavut. There was a building built on the ice, and I broke the ice, and it sank into the lake, but before it sank, I salvaged as much of Paul's rope as I could. Then I requested the cache archived. A very, very fuzzy cat popped out of a birdhouse. There was a massive multi-vehicle collision. I drove a red pickup truck southeast to rescue Sweet Boy
from something. Of course the truck was red.
I switched back to my old mouse because my other mouse was not right-clicking properly.