I'm siiiinging in the bedroom, sheltered from the rain.

Today I woke up, had some porridge, watched Monk, and decided to write a blog entry.

I had a weird dream last night that featured a primary school friend, Andrew, random other people, a diabolical plan that seems in retrospect like something out of 10 Little Whatever Group Agatha Christie Wants To Pick On Today, and some space travel that didn't actually end up happening.

Having never really read them, I always kinda imagined that relating dreams is probably what people tend to do on blogs.

Well great, now I'm one of them.
I blame Mirza.

Ooh! It just started lightly raining! Bonus!