I had a dream last night that my care got stolen. I got pretty stress because I didn't want to buy a car right now and we weren't going to get a lot of money from the insurance for a 16 year old Honda Civic with 180,000 miles. I told my Dad about the car being stolen and he told me to hold off buying a new one because he might be able to build one for me. I should have known right then that this situation wasn't exactly real.

I just started every sentence with 'I'.

I just accidentally pasted half a million (OK, 474,486) characters into some source code I'm working on. It took the IDE a few minutes to chew on that. Now I'm waiting for it to undo the paste.

Awesome, Scrappy! I hope to see it!

I have a friend who is going to be on Pawn Stars.

Great. I just used a VB function in Javascript. That proves my brain is tired and I should go home, right?

Scrappy on the magic television box. YAY!

That is so exciting, Scrappy!!

Scrappy, that's so cool!

I dislike sushi. It's the concept of it, really.

After taking a psychology class once in which we were asked to write down our dreams for a whole semester, I got into the habit of keeping track of my dreams, for like years, and tried to correlate them to my life. I realized that when I dream about my car, it's always a metaphor for my feelings of control and self-determination. When I'm feeling like things are out of control, I dream that I can't find my car.

Yeah, everyone cared about that, I know.

I dislike sushi. It's the concept of it, really.

The raw fish concept? Because I started eating non-fish sushi, and became obsessed with all of the other flavors -- the rice and soy sauce and wasabi and ginger. MMMMM.

There is something in Japanese food that unsettles my stomach. I thought it was wasabi for the longest time, but the last couple of times I've tried tempura and teriaki dishes and I always feel ill afterward.

I really like to eat almost every kind of food. Which I kind of forget, sometimes. Yay food!