I dreamed, no shit, that it was winter. B drove up in a car to my parents' place to pick up sheet music. He told me to say that the sky was red, which was a lie, because the sky was blue. But I said the sky was red anyways. Then he said, bullshit, and drove away with his sheet music. Then I spent the afternoon setting crosswords and drinking tea with Melissa F and Kevin.

The above dream is only notable cos B later said, "I can debate [you] on the color of the sky until the heat-death of the universe" and I had the maddest of deja-vus, remembering that dream. It's the weirdest forking thing that's happened to me this month, which isn't so bad, because it's still early. 

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Krogoth and I have been clearing out the closets again. Let's be realistic, when am I gonna voluntarily wear a white top? That's a disaster waiting to happen. 

I can't give up his laptop, though. I thought I could - but Krogoth suggested giving it to his bud Jamie, and I found that I really did not want that. 

Still doing the art challenge. I can do this.