Last night I dreamed that Brad Pitt was my brother, except that I couldn't remember him. He showed up for Christmas (sans Jennifer), and everybody else knew he was family and welcomed him, and they started telling stories about growing up, and he kept telling all these stories about growing up with me, and I had no clue what he was talking about. It was like he was a Brad shaped Key and the monks somehow overlooked altering my memory to include him. Weird.

Spike also made an appearance, but he was featured in a movie I was watching with Brad. Le sigh.

It snowed some more last night. Somebody came late yesterday and scraped our roads so I had hopes that we might be able to leave the house today (even though they left huge piles of packed snow at the end of our driveway that would've been considerably difficult to get over), but then it snowed again on top of that. So we're not going anywhere for a while. At least I've got my real brother's copy of FotR and all my Buffy vids to keep me company. Not to mention a Farscape marathon on SciFi, and plenty of writin' to do.

Speaking of writing, for those of you who are getting antsy over the next DL update, let me assure you that it's totally worth the wait. Fenwic turned in a scene last night that is quite possibly one of the most amazing in all of DL thus far. And I'm suffering major writer envy and self-confidence issues because of it, too. I'm wondering if that's a good enough excuse to forgo working on the new fic and camp out on the sofa and declare this John Crichton Day. You know? I think it is! Ciao!