I had a weird crossover dream, between Torg Potter and the Sorceror's Nuts and some cop show or other that I'm sure I don't watch. There were too many secret agents, and half of them had betrayed Gandledorf in some way or other.
I didn't exactly have restful sleep.
This morning just now, I introduced the Little Fayoumis to the polite, adult translation for "Booooo-ring!", which is, "I don't find that very interesting."
It's really the same thing, although one of them sounds ever so much more adult.
I thought it was just that I couldn't read A Civil Campaign when my high school best friend had dumped me to get married to someone who used to be my friend. It turns out that I can't even read A Civil Campaign when I haven't seen my (current) best friend in two months.
You can imagine how terribly thrilled this realization is making me.
It's been over a year since we got any quality time alone together.